Guarded and cautious unready to leap, Shadows of patriarchy, hang over me. It’s easier in the dark, or so I think.
Free bird playing, Free Spirit calling, Winds swirling, riddled, decision making. My soul knows it’s not as easy as I think.
To know, to do, should be the same thing Life’s complications can muddle the ping. Tornados whirling everything that I think.
Maybe it’s fear, I’m afraid of something Or these doubts that are forever creeping. Deaf, dumb, don’t even know what I think.
Paralyzed, sarcophagize, can’t feel my toes Numbness fighting what my hearts knows Thump, ba dump, drown out what I think.
Thoughts stopped brewing, laid to rest Labotamized, ostrasized, finally dead. I think I hear Skynyrd in the clouds ahead.