I feel as if I am living on death row;
Mind dead without a ponder;
Yet left within wonder;
"Where will my soul go?"
Who the hell knows.
The struggle lies within the beaten path an addict goes,
The rugged path is not one I would have chose.
A soul cannot always remain within recluse.
The devil is quite shifty with his noose.
I will always stay humble.
All structures can crumble;
The life raft can sink.
All can change within