Questions?

Sometimes I look back
And burn the pages of my life
one by one
The stories that haunt my every dream
All fade as if they had never been
Who I was is forgotten
Consumed in who I am.
What is a body but a coffin
For a restless soul?
How I long to take flight
Upon winds of passion.
Take my hand as we walk alone
This journey takes us far from home.
I can't help wonder...is, is...
Is there more?
More than these false notions
That keep us stranded and lost?
Does the well worn path lead to hope or peril?
Does it collapse and die?
Yes, it is difficult to remember
Who I was meant to be...
If I should never find out
Will I ever be free?
Cash crop slave in chains of blood...
Shall we accept a padded cage
In a dying world?
Is there a way to see
Outside...of...me?
Who can tell the difference,
Between those sober and those insane?
Through my eyes I can't tell
We all look the same!
Rescue me from the clutches
Of my own security
Take me away for I fear
I won't last long before,
I disappear.