Untitled

A quick menagerie of words that came spilling out one day ...

Tryin' to figure out
where I stand,
I find my feet on sandy soil
in a foreign land
Lookin up at the sky
and feelin' like it's all been a lie
my life, my wife, my strife
aint none of it real
And if it is, it can't compare to the pain
which I feel ...