Unfinished Mind

-Nov 4, 2007-7am

Reality slips by,
as i pass through another state of mind

Dusty roads of paths abandoned,
exit signs flash in the headlights,

showing choices to make.

i just keep driving down this empty highway
hoping for a sign to take me the right way

You think you can do anything, truth is you're weak,
breakable at any point, to come apart at the seams.

Can i see through the rain?
Can i feel through the pain?
Can i hear you even if you can't explain?
Can you come or are you afraid?