feel

i feel chained to the ground im on
the air that i breathe doesnt fill my lungs
i cant sit on this chair anymore
my feet constantly want to run

my eyes dont rest even in the night
my mind doesnt let me sleep
as i grow up to live another day
i grow up to grow weak

my thoughts wander around in space
aimless they kill and die
there is no single hint to the answers
of my what how and why?

lost in the realms of peoplehood around me
i seek a pattern of life
i look for that look in the eyes
and look for a faint smile

what is it that makes these people
too tense to be easy
what is it except his son that
keeps a father busy

what is it that makes a man
want more and more
and more and more and still
cant get what he's looking for

i walk the roads. from place to place
to shake the outstretched hands
to meet and greet the people i meet
who have travelled new lands

ive heard from them, who say that men
who travel a lot are wiser
but instead i met a keeper, a liar,
a crook and a miser

maybe im wrong, maybe that is the way
maybe they all are right
maybe i dont even need to think about it
maybe dont even write

but then again i feel chained
i feel the pain when i think
i feel the world closing in
as i scribble my ink

maybe i need to be 10 again
and usher myself into the ground
swinging. singing, playing in the mud
messing the world around!

maybe my age is far too much
for my mind to seek some sense
maybe the time is not right for
me to stand up and breathe, hence...

i feel chained to the ground im on,
the air doesnt fill my lungs