• Iron fists push me down,
    when I reach for the truth.
    Lock me behind doors and bars,
    keeping it out of my grasp.
    Every second without it makes me numb.
    Everytime I think I have a firm grasp on it,
    it slips through my fingers like air.
    Then it's back to the blank nothingness that makes me cry.
    When will I escape this lie,
    when will I solve this puzzle.
    It's as if one day,
    I simply stumbled upon two keys,
    not sure which door they opened.
    Which truth they unlock,
    and which one to keep close to my heart.