thoughts grown in fear
whispered words another day
passed unnoticed wasted tears
something more than what we say
is nothing less than what we fear
growing tired in the turmoil
some things never change
you are me and I am empty
I am you and you are strange
vicious cycles we call life
taking time in bits and bytes
five days go and two days come
catch our breath and feel the sun
tell God I'm free...