Hundred Years

Never in a hundred years
could I
imagine myself
inside your mind

Would I be fooling myself
if I
pretended that we were both
one of a kind

Trapped inside all your thoughts
crouched in a corner
could I find my way
back outside.....

Coming back down on the words unspoken
just like distant voices that echoes within
isolated inside as these thoughts are unwritten
now these empty spaces are slowly closing in

I'm walking back down on this familiar road
passed all the places where i don't belong
dissipated beside my now departed hope
here I am stumbling yet i'm holding on
headstrong...

Here I am standing still
as I
swallowed my pride
and moved along

Is there a reason to doubt
as I
descended upon the jealous rage
that you hide

In the midst of your thoughts
caged in a shelter
cannot find my way
back outside.....