I think with my mind
I walk with my feet
And wherever I go
I acknowledge defeat
I should stop what I'm doing
And face the simple truth
That where I've been
Is no longer there
Nor will be
Sometimes I realize
I'm stuck in neutral
Sort of a no man's land
Where the battle
Rages overhead
Why do you lock your doors
When your walls
Are close to collapse
And why do you hide
Beneath the table
When the floor
Is rotting through
