#1
I hurt with no pain
And cry with no tears
I’m going insane
Succumbing to fears

Am I going crazy
How would I know
Will it get all hazy
What signs will show

How can we tell anymore
Should we stand for an hour
And listen under the floor
For heartbeat as we cower

We ask ourselves of our state
But can we trust the recourse
As to our condition and fate
From such a biased source

Our soul is torn from strife
Which way is down or up
It’s only our future and life
That fills this tiny cup
Guitar hobbyist, shooting enthusiast, 4wheel driving, hunting husband and father of one.