I see peoples faces as they walk by,
I see them endlessly searching there minds,
Searching for what’s buried deep inside,
There thoughts been strangled by there binds,
There faces pulled taunt with their pain,
Crying, tears running down there faces,
There minds racing backwards and forwards,
Taking them of to far of places,
They masquerade in there many disguises,
Hiding there pain deep within,
Searching the highways and byways,
There minds on the road always travelling,
But round and around in circles they go,
Travelling around on life’s spaghetti junction,
Never ever finding their exit,
There minds not been able to function,
It’s a long, long road they travel alone,
Searching for answers that will never be found,
Following the mapped out routes in there minds,
Tracing there own footsteps, walking the same ground.
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