high ways

Wanted to change

But it was off my hands

Too much acceptance

Disguised as blindness

Until you do not realize no more

What it all does to you

And everyone around you

To the feelings, to the minds

Is a coward wild uncaring

The closest to loathing 

disguised as loving 

I have already seen

Molding in the hours passing

Surrendering to the wrong way

The numbness of this abandonment

Is the only thing to see 

So clearly

The sun does not touch your skin nowadays

Look where you have come

What you had become

There must be an end to the years of high ways 

The birds dancing in the evening breeze

Are so far from your reach

I do not know why but I

still believe you will find yourself 

And all you create in your radio head is worth it