Mired In Milieu

When your lost, you don't know where to be
When your lost, you can't seem to see
When your lost you can't go back
'cause when your lost, you don't know where your at.


Caught in an endless maze you yearn,
To be free and watch the walls around you burn,
Hoping the smoke will show thee,
A world of endless possibility.


Or sometimes be weightless and hope,
That the smoke was heaven's rope,
Fear,escapism, call it what you please,
But i shall be forever thankful to the fire fer the release.


Looking down at the maze I see,
There infact was a way out-to be free,
Probably would've broken down the walls,
Finally victorious, bruises and all.


Would've met a few people along the way,
People fer whom bruises are a small price to pay,
People fer whom in the maze id stay,
I'd have had a reason to live another day.