Driftwood:
Yeah, sometimes I get butterflies,
And wonder why,
I sit idle and let life just flutter by,
Listening to stifled laughs and smothered cries,
Trying to see the world through a mother's eyes,
Even though I've done this a hundred times,
There will come a time,
When you gotta pull the knife out of your back and start cutting ties,
Then make sure there's no way they can put a knot in it,
Living in a false reality and I'm lost in it,
Stuck in the spider's web,
I'm caught in it,
Alone,
With the voice in my head,
And I've fought with it,
Screaming at him to put a sock in it,
Seeing this perfect life,
But I'm not in it,
I am but a piece of wood, left alone adrift at sea,
There is not a soul on this Earth that is missing me,
No one would make or grant a wish for me,
And as I listen to the living scream,
I sit and think,
That these visions seem,
Like nothing more than a vivid dream.
-J3remiah
