it seems it seems
that i am wandering through my dreams
i run and run from what i fear
but somehow it is getting very near
i can see now where leads my fate
that if i wish for happiness i must embrace what i hate

if i love must i be nailed down?
for freedom must happiness i shun?
numbers, words and logicks twirl in my head
and my mind is left confused instead

all my words land in the wind as just chatter
my poems are bullets in a war that doesen't matter

reality and bedtime dreams are jumbled and confused
and every day and every new idea smells like its being reused