NoT SuRE..

I'm not quite sure anymore
There's a window and there's a door
I take the window and I might escape
But should I, instead, remain on the floor?

Asking questions, like acid rain
The answers I get don't fill the void
My subconscious is walking with a cane
That helps me up from the floor where i've lain..

Seventeen years have come and gone
I still don't see the light
They told me it was at the end of the tunnel
All I find is a deeper cut..

Ambiguity, when one thing means another
It begins to all makes sense
Then the pieces fall
From the floor and to the wall

Gravity seems ineffective
Against this discrepancy of nature
I just want the pieces back on the floor
In a dream I took the door

Or was it reality in which I see
The hinge is broken
The door hangs off
The doorway becomes blurry

I turn back to the window
It seems familiar
I take a few steps
The window becomes blurry

No place to run
No place to hide
No place to sit
No bus to ride....