I heard them knocking on my door
I saw them prying on my soul
I gazed as some tried to snatch
away my words, with others
presence and doing all that talk
In awe I dropped my jaw
sat there while watching the show
I prayed for my words to come and
find me, for they seemed
to be lost, oh at least that's what I thought
In daze I walked away
trying to figure out the way
where is the way my mind kept asking
again & again with no answers sparking
See, even my words are now held captive
My words slipped through my hands
paralyzed I couldn't give commands
what is mine, what is others, what is ours?
Dark is the road with no leading maps
Harsh is reality with words turning into traps
