Where can I run? Everywhere I turn is a dead-end. Every Road takes me to a place of despair.
Every spring that seems to be flowing with fresh water, is nothing more than a mirage.
Life has played a cruel hand. The burn from its sting is far worse than any yellow jacket. 10,000 hornets couldn’t bring this kind of pain.
There is no riddle that could bring this much confusion. The is no professor that can solve this equation.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No one to rescue me from the swelling tide.
Deeper than the depths of the ocean. No anchor can reach the earth’s crust.
Left to drift in the open.
