when i stand up from laying down
to try and get my head out the clouds
i feel around
to find nothing to be found
everything just seems so loud
while my head is in the clouds
when i come to see the town
of all the people ive let down
i shrug off the frowns from the jokers and the clowns
i need to change or so im told
i need to change to break the mold
im stuck with these people i see
im told to just let it be
but i cannot grasp
the impressions that these people last
and when my mind sees me
It cannot comprehend
why im still here
and not with my age old friend
my mind has the key
its a shame its only temporary