Written at some point in the late 1990’s
Is it my body that keeps me captive?
is it my eyes that make me blind?
My soul is worn & twisted
From the length that we call time
All the days I have been wishing
For my chance to touch the sky
And I ask you why….
If the stars are what we’re guided by
How do we seem to end up off our course
If the winds are what we travel by
How is it I feel I’ve been passed on by
If the oceans are what we’re powered by
How come I keep on drowning
I know I’m captive in this life…..