Obsessed over logic, reason and motive

No you cannot let me take an inch.

You insist unto me that you’re salt of the earth

Let me dream, let me just take a pinch.

It’s a sorry set of circumstance

When you must a lend a friend just to lend you a hand.

Leave nothing down to second chance

Take the life and the road that they’ve already planned.

To prove your alive you’ve got to subscribe

To a life with no soul – lose your body, your mind

It’s all wrong.

There’s so many questions;

They all go unanswered

Just to keep us from the truth.

But of all of these questions

That need to be answered

There’s one thing I must know from you -

How Does It Feel?

©  Keith Arthur