The things I see in my world.
The dreams that float in the air like smoke.
The tears that streak my face.
The ache that tears my heart.
The drip of water, ticking like a clock.
The silence, as loud as thunder.
Why must this things haunt my thoughts.
Why do I let them torture my soul.
I am just a rat in a cage.
Running on the wheel given me.
Life should be more then this.
Life is to be lived, or not at all.
