Got all of my life
In front of me
So tired that I'm
Standing Still.
Such quicksand here
Look at what is left
Behind sunset
Flies around my head
Does it smell funny
Stuck in ways
That appear to be a maze
Tracing shades
Turn out to be blockades
Mirrored face
All signs are on delay
Barricades
It's hard to come of age
When push comes to shove
Choose right or left
Felt directly lost
Offshore breeze
It's pullin' me in
Great pelican
Just pick me up
Steer me away from
Settlin' in Babylon
Stuck in ways
That appear to be a maze
Tracing shades
Turn out to be blockades
Stuck in ways
That appear to be a maze
Tracing shades
Turn out to be blockades
Turn out to be blockades
Sea, this and that is limited
As far as I can see
Die tryin' to reach out for that privilege
Society agrees
The mere thought of my ignorance
Caused weight that took my breath
Instead of melting in the end
A far cry is what I do know best
First, stuck in ways
That appeared to be a maze
Then traced the shades
That turned out to be blockades
Now, fade away
What reveals to be a haze
Anyways, some times we have blockades
Sometimes we hate blockades
Sometimes we need blockades