..and  stuck into categories we never made  defined in ways we never imagined  shaped by the words we meant not to say  made into something we never were  filed into cabinets and quickly forgotten  only remembered when time is of essence  accused by the pointing fingers we point  judgement made on faulty assumptions  look around, look away  i can't see the light of day  don't you ever wonder  why it's gone, much too far  privacy inside a jar  i don't understand the  reasons we continue to  live our lives as we do  misunderstood and lonely  kid ourselves with things we think  teetering on the brink