Worried

I’m living in circles

I’m running down the streets looking for something I cannot describe yet

People decorate their doors in order to remember their houses

And I see plastic people crawling down the sidewalks

Visible views far from my sight

They blind me as I get closer

The walls can’t protect from revenge

Just like my eyes, they fall apart

Bring me a cup of water

My mouth is dried

I don’t need punishment

Just wonder why this bullet was shot

And I’m walking in circles

Trying to find a way back home

I see many afflicted minds

Worried about the same things