Agoraphobia

"When you walk without ease 
On these 
Streets where you were raised 
I had a really bad dream 
It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days 
I never, I'm alone, and I 
Never, ever oh ... had no one ever"


Sure, I believe in synchronicities, I see them, play my part, but this is different. This is energy, in my brain and in my heart. There is a meaning, but what's the point? I feel the energy, of this intrinsic spirit, and it's sick, and it feels me too, pulling, and pulling away. This is tug-of-war, with a rope, and a love. My hands are raw, but I smiled sincerely all day, sure, I wish you the same. But this is magic, used the wrong way. Am I awake? can I get away?