Questions

What should he do, what can he do

How do you do it if you know to do?

Would he have the faith to do what he wants to do?

Who is there to cry for the man now, to old to be the little boy he used to be

Crying himself asleep is no longer normal for the man now

He set himself up in a cage; he’s lock-in, who has the key to unlock him now

How can I stay in this one spot, when life has me falling?

Why must I listen to the same mental tape, rewinding it, playing it, all against my will?

Distractions, the sounds, the insults, everywhere I go I hear the same garbage

I feel like I’m the new guy on the block when it comes to this new life

Well, new life as they call it, more like old life, new mask

Same people running there mouths telling me I can’t be who I am supposed to be

I know I can change but are you the one to help me get there, or are you going to get close to me so you rob and ditch me

It doesn’t matter, I’ll get out of this, and I’ll finally be able to see this baggage fall out

Until the answers come, there will be questions

Maybe to the questions, some answers will come but until then he’ll wait at the corner of confusion and lost.