SOMETIMES

I wish I was in a band, so I could scream my lungs out and

let everyone know exactly how I feel and what I'm thinking

Sometimes I wish I could fly away, so I could escape the vice

which holds us down, covers our eyes and serves us our nightly

dose a six. Dictating what we should think and what we should wear

I'm in way too deep now, I've already sunk into the sand;

Nothing is permanent except permanence itself.