My Anchor, My Wall

The world. Reality. It's running. It's passing. Blurrs with speed and confusion.
Looking around so dazed and lost, where did I go wrong? The voices are buzzing,
their fading. Everything around me is spinning, losing control. Only if I could stay
on my feet, reach out and find stability; A wall, anything to keep the sickness
controled. My stomache turns as the world keeps spinning, people keep living. Where
did I go to become so fucking distanced from the real world?

My anchor, my wall.
Keep my up, don't let me fall.
I am not well, can't you see,
the spell that you have put on me?
My wings are stuck, far from flight,
but in your heart, you give me light.
My legs are weak, I can't see straight;
my path is finally a dream made real.
Why can't I live like others?
I am not supposed to.
Sickness sometimes becomes a nacessity
to open my eyes as to what I do next.
I am not well, can't you see;
your love is the spell you left on me.
My anchor, my wall, never let me fall.
Without your eyes, I am blind.
But with your heart,
I see all there is intended to see.
You gave me life, you gave me pride,
to open up these angels eyes.
You gave me a future,
you opened up the path of new oppertunities,
so the only thing that is not spinning,
is sitting there right next to me.