I don’t know what there’s to say
The paper’s full of
Four doors around you,
No way to get out.
My worth is
Hidden dreams block my reality
Good will is never lost.
I feel
I can see why you would be
The path I never
I take advantage of my fun,
It will someday disappear.
The light
I knew it was wrong
Just the other day
When I saw
I see the light,
It blinds my eyes.
I hide in my