This crowded prison My broken mind Make room for wisdom When they're not kind Should I feel open? Palms to the sun? If I should envision Can this be done? I feel things closing We're running scared Blistered heels We run towards the beauty To find that nothing's shared We all desire a lifetime Of Sunday's buried deep Beneath the quilt of knowing Please let us all sleep They keep creeping in Like a cold hand on the back How I wish I was unknowing The cracks are showing These melancholy words keep on flowing