You did this to yourself you know
while waiting for the night
your looking for the easy way
still searching for the light
Slipping through the alleyways
walking the backstreets of town
talking to whomever will listen
still trying to be found
I find it difficult to believe
that you can even understand
I do not think you really know
just who’s your biggest fan
Your rushing toward the other side
where self-delusions fly
try stepping through the looking-glass
there is no ultimate high
Enlightenment is there without a doubt
you need but open up your eyes
you must start thinking for yourself
stop listening to all their lies
© Sailor