by Nick Gisburne
This is not the place I want to be
Tell me how I get to it from here
Are they blind, the eyes with which I see?
Did my destination disappear?
I am sick, uncertain where I stand
Searching for a sign to follow home
Why are all the fingers of my hand
Tapping like a broken metronome?
What are your intentions? Who are you?
Tell me everything I need to know
Why is my reality askew?
Are you somehow filtering the flow?
Is it this, the place I want to be?
Tell me. Help me. Stay away from me
