I know I’m high under miserable clouds
I breathe the pressure with a faulty ignition
No mask can hide the face of panic hill
If only I could dream a personal mission
The red arrows fly past in kamikaze style
Bright sky lines point to my incarceration
If I can steer to safety with a healthy dose
I may escape this earth bound abomination
I guess I’m stuck inside the crossroads
I cannot get out and I don’t know direction
No signs around and I ignore the signal
If only I could visualise above my station
All my roadblocks have been knocked down
I try to train my thoughts on destination
The traffic police are waving me on
I must now drive on to a freeway situation
It seems the exit door is no longer blocked
I can move but my shoes need a substitution
The road is hot and my feet may melt
Why is the world like a giant institution?
The maze hedges are growing underneath my feet
Why don’t I build myself a large erection?
I seem to be frozen in time on a repeating loop
I hope my life review will give time for reflection
Cheers!
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