Live.

Don't you ever leave yourself

And leave your head surrounded

By the hands that feed on lies

and live to be unfounded

They're in the way to see

the perfect rows of fingers

To better rid yourself of bitter thoughts that linger


You can pick out anything

from underneath the burdens

And create epiphanies

that turn to open curtains

You can look straight through the glass

And see you're lost and empty

But never can you leave yourself

and find the road to live free.