Helpless....That is how we feel sometimes..A feeling that cannot be avoided...It cannot be reasoned out....Its just there and will be there
There is the strange feeling of being hunted
A fear of the shadows and daylight too
So blinded by the flashing warnings
I stumble knowing not what is true
Whenever those curtains of uneasy calm fall
I call it quits to this masquerade-but then
I'm not holding the strings, so I move
Like a puppet dancing in the wind
There’s loneliness-the wound and the remedy
Disappointment of being alone in the crowd
A part of me searching for a sweet solace
A part me of me crying out aloud
"Enough" is what I often say
But I move beyond not knowing how
So do most, though they pretend otherwise
Helpless, for we do not have a choice......
