I turned the page and the whole thing burst into flames.
The reasons a blur, but I'll undoubtably take the blame.
My words are neither direct nor clear;
Merely a man fueled by hate and fear.
Circumstances aside, you're not likely to remember my name.
Thoughts run deep, but the synapses run slow.
Furiously searching for one truth to bestow.
My goal is simply to learn why I am.
Is it too much to want to understand?
I went to walk out the door, but I fell flat on my face.
Since that day I've only wanted to get back to that place.
I've tried for years, but I fear I've done all I can.
Like a message in a bottle, the lesson eludes me.
Like a child in hell, I don't believe what I see.
For so long I've ignored the writing on the wall;
Grasping desperately to ruined and long forgotten straws.
I guess I believe I'm destined to be lost at sea.
Maybe I'm a different breed
Maybe I'm not listening.