Started out as one thing and ended up another.
Kicking stones and moving boulders
Are two very different things.
To never voice the reasons,
In the silence death does ring.
Feeling closed in and frustrated,
I stumble for the fall.
I accept your treason
With my head against the wall.
Give me the space to run free,
Off in the great beyond.
Give me time to simply be
In the land that I have found.
If freedom be a lie
And nature be a crock,
Why from the foundation
Running against the clock?
I tell myself it’s only temporary,
This life of squaller,
But I wonder where the end will lead.
In the crusade of the almighty dollar.
Is it only for kicks?
We rob our own heritage.
Is it only for fun
That we drown in sewage?
I say goodbye to the headless doll.
Now that my head’s against the wall.
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