I land here often,

Letting the minutes pass by,

Sometimes music plays in the background.

I guess that’s a good thing,

The tunes taking me somewhere,

Anywhere but here.

It’s now I want to cry

Yeah that feeling, wishing to ‘why’

My way out of this space.

I had a friend once,

Swore she would never 

Tell anyone else,

Just run through the maze,

Eventually finding the ground again. 

I can look around,

Everything the way it should be,

Inside I’m unraveling, but held

In place by the reality of time. 

Too many known parallels,

Keeps me running in place,

Waiting for some goodness,

Waiting for some Grace.

It’s that place I, we go,

And seldom do we talk about

The mystique of misery.

Instead we act it out.