I know I’m in here somewhere; this tangled mess of mind.
I know I’m in here somewhere; it’s me I need to find.
Sometimes it all becomes a maze, of walls all infinitum,
that towers over heart and soul until my mind goes numb.
Then, cowering in a corner with no defence or escape,
I sit there mute and trembling; my Spirits mouth agape.
And while I know it’s an illusion, I know my world will fall,
And wait in that deafening silence for fates final call.
Is that call the end of it – the end of what I wonder;
Is that the day when I’ll finally end up six feet under?
Or will it be a rebirth when the true me blossoms wild
And I walk out through the garden that is my inner child?