Since I was there
Nothing seems to make sense in my mind
Why do I feel this way
Why has this caused so much confusion
Why must we live in this crazy place
I long for our younger years
Where is the life we used to know?
I need to get out of this crazy place
We are all caught up in this prison
And don’t want to break free
Will this ever change?
I pray for this to change
I want to go back and pretend
Pretend this crazy place does not exist
What are we to do?
Let’s go back.
Back to that unrealistic state of mind
Tracy Scheepers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/state-of-mind-15/
