mix tape

everyday i get up.
make my way about life.
the daily cycles of lies.
faces all so fake,
facades of a true self we all hide.

every greeting,
all the chatting.
oh the deception!

maybe
if one day the sky falls down,
cracks appear in the ground i tread.
attacked by the powers above,
i want to run ,
but there is no way out.
walls closing around me,
the night grows old.
i'm hearing things,
but i know for sure they aint in my head.

is there anywhere i could hide?
seek refuge, some comfort.
peace on this troubled world,
to be able to hold her hand,
to ever see her again.

the end of days,
will you be there?

- to george

keep living this way,
a fracas of a life.
built along lines of "trust",
maybe thats why it always fails.

its time for something to happen.
change too neccessary.
throw everything into a mixer,
and hopefully things come out better.

to you: thanks.

- dont owe anyone