bounded

Voices from under are trimbling in my head.
They say "look around, try to find what isn't there".
With eyes closed and mouth shuted,
I'm earing the steps I've made,
under a wide sky of excuses,
I reflect a silver shade...
"What goes around comes around" they say!
Without a clue I block their way.
Faking braveness filed with defeat
I fight for some kind of delay...
Maybe you won't ever realise
that those sights in front my eyes
are just what you want for me
bluring things I want to see.
They bring us pain, they bring us death,
they speak the truth
and steal my breath.
Sometimes I look and find no way
Feeling the presure to obey
And in the end I might be down
With heavy frown and most unkind
I've paied my fee,
Release my mind!...