Rosetta Stone Redux
This is a reworking of the original, I was in a foul mood that day...still not sure which I prefer.
On my knees, without the strength I need to pretend
Decinstructed, will I ever learn?
Fleeing pain, run straight into myself once again.
Moth to flame, held captive as I burn.
As I'm twisting, turning, spinning around
Seeking the elusive place where I belong