Something has claimed my skin as it's own,
Engraved their thoughts into my bones,
A walking corpse with intentions uncertain,
My mind stays closed, while my eyes are wide open.
Though I traveled from coast to coast,
I've never found what matters most,
My future or a love with someone else,
For late in the night I'm always by myself.
God bless the Iron Curtain that I've put up,
For nothing is certain to disrupt,
The anxious mind that is never put to rest,
Attempting to claw it's way out to the West.
For instead of a canvas, my body is a cage,
Trapped inside two consciences lay,
Trembling from the weight of the masses,
That linger when the sun collapses.
But who I am to complain,
For life this far has only been a waiting game,
But my teenage mind will still continuously brood,
When I'm screaming at the mountains, but talking to the moon.