SITTING OUT.

The clocks ticks on out of proportion

I don’t understand the distortion

My mind’s in a glass

It’s an alias

It’s not me…

I’m sitting out.

There was a time I knew my own mind

When I would think I knew what I’d find

But that had to go

Now I do not know

Who is me…

I’m sitting out.

I’m taking a break from madness

From the stupid-ness of this rat race

I’m going into a hole

I’ve lost my control!

I’m sitting out

Till I find out about me

And reality.

It’s the pressures from the modern world

A nervous breakdown ain’t over-billed

It ain’t running out

It’s just filled with doubt

About me…

I’m sitting out.

You can say I’m kidding

You can say I’m hiding…

But just you wait

If you hesitate…

You’ll be like me

And then you’ll see.