I try to ignore it,
I try to forget it,
But I never can.
Every time I ran,
Every time I left,
With another motorcycle theft,
I was looking for something,
Something life was supposed to bring.
I was looking for a way out,
Out of my life's constant shout,
The shout of deafening silence,
Of walls closing in, dense.
I'm stuck in my own head,
In a glass cage I can't shed.
Why should the rumble fish be stuck like me?
I value their colors that I can't even see,
And I wonder if they can see mine.
But if I can't help them see, fine,
I will help them to freedom instead.