In my mind
Friend and foe unite
On a passive winter smile
No testament of my delight
What others see
I feel a butcher had cut
In my lips I mouth out words
Which never even leave my gut
And in action I could speak
Could do yet could not
I could soar the world in the skies
But feel my neck in a knot
I could never call myself ill
Im too afraid to deem it wise
So my life lies still
In a string full of alibis
