Spina Bifida Individual
I'll see the eyes, that looked in mine Always hiding the thruth from me The spirit of the individual. Screaming with my mouth shut Pretending nothing has happened Cause there's no-one left to blame. Cruel images, clouding my vision. Am I what I planned to do The haunt for contonent and mutaual concessions Or am I what I am competent of. Does life seem worth while to you. Looking for the dream that keeps coming back The images of our desting oblivion It should help me help myself. But my tortured brain tells me I've reached for the answers to soon. So don't follow me I'm lost too. The world expects a pose I love a thousend yet none One by one, alone in silence, we stand In line Screaming without making a sound.