Caught in a wind and far away blown,
On a cloud flown,
In my mind a picture was drown,
Of a me that seemed so like a clown.
Suddenly I fall,
With no voice to call,
Down a long hall,
Till I come to a tall wall.
I am suddenly covered in rain,
With nothing to gain,
Yet noting to loose,
Only a path to choose.
Yet again, alone and dripping wet,
My hair drips water to my lips,
My heart shattered,
And the cause is flattered,
My hopes and dreams lost,
Like specks of dust.
Once more I am a prisoner of my mind,
By love blind,
By heart kind,
Yet again none shall find.
I search endlessly,
Fearlessly,
Recklessly,
For a me that is true,
A me that is not so blue,
A me that has somewhat of a clue.
