90-Dollar-Headphones

How many sleepless nights has it been? How many times now have these thoughts kept me awake?   These thoughts of a better place Where the clouds are white And the sky is blue And the water is clear With glittering reflections of the sun. This impossible place.   It obviously doesn't exist. Yet here I am, Forever kept awake by it.

This whole place, Wall after white wall, Cages our hearts And leaves us to stare out windows That open to busy city streets Endless hallways can only lead To another room That will soon be empty, anyways. Thin plastic tubes, And needles so cold, Sterile tables where we will meet fate Masked faces and reassuring words Gloved hands that slowly feed us to the world Bring us closer to insanity. Strained voices tell us That we'll be alright But that's not the truth, Is it? Because the families are crying And we all know how bad this is Because my heart feels so empty And we all know what's in that syringe

Who's cruel idea was gravity? Who keeps us from the sky? Who glues our feet to the sidewalk While we forever yearn to fly? Who puts these magnets in our shoes? Who keeps us on the ground? Who tells us that it's best this way Down here, where it's safe and sound? Who keeps us from falling up? Who constantly holds us down? Who let's our hearts go to the air While our bodies stay on the ground?