Liquid movements, bodies in motion.
Emotions spreading like wild fire.
Burning everything in their path.
Wanting, needing, longing, for some peace.
Some water to put these fires out.
Only to be drowned in the process.
There's no getting something for nothing.
Every action, has its reaction.
Every cause, its effect.
All running together.
In imperfect harmony.
Noise, Noise, NOISE!
Faces all mingled; they all look the same.
Their eyes tell their stories.
All alike, they're stories of loss, neglect, and above all heartbreak.
They want to leave, but are afraid to run.
Never getting what they're looking for.
You want to stop, but can't say no.
What to do? What to do?
When you've trapped yourself in.
Pulled your belt so tight, and spread yourself so thin.
Cry? Bitch and moan?
I think Not!
Take the bull by the horns, and hold on tight,
The road to freedom is rocky.
But the trap had a much longer sentence.
So choose your fate, and hope you're already not too late