it's grey underfoot and all around me
can't remember the last time i saw the sun burning red
as it swallowed up the daylight sinking low
fat and contented to the horizon shimmering and soft
not just an impression of sunset in my mind
i'm cold and alone
but strangely i feel fine
maybe it's cause i am
sweetened by the memory of the stuff they give to me
how i wish that i could fly like air
touch the colours of the wind blowing
but these bonds of restraint
they won't let my freedom be
they say that i'm insane, i'm insane
but i feel the same as i've ever been
i'm no longer a danger to anyone
just let me be, to anyone
let my eyes behold, to anyone
a field and a brook
just let me out of this place before i scream
it's grey underfoot and all around me
for ten long years now, i think
it's been the same routine hour after hour
day after day
i've answered their questions
and i've played their silly games
i've tried to remain calm inside
telling them again and again and again
that i don't belong here
no i'm not the one
i know what they think i did
but i don't belong in this asylum
i don't belong in this place without warmth
these walls hold no comfort anymore
i don't belong
it's grey underfoot and all around me
can't remember the last time i saw the sun
copyright 2001 - jayechristopher / the GOSH! group
www.jayechristopher.net
thanks Melosa for reading my offering. i also like the line you highlighted. i've turned this poem into a song and that line works well when it's performed.