Somewhere along the line
I was a captive of the system
I wrote my thoughts for other men
to say them

Days have gone and nights have followed
Weeks and months became a blur
"All you have to do is write.
write and just be there."

I fell into the darkest pits of routine
leaving my enemies close
and my true friends apart.
too late I was to discover this mistake
I didn't even know where to start.

I gathered my gear and my clothing
and moved somewhere else
somewhere over the rainbow
where I can see clear,
and give my mind a rest.