I sit in silence as I count all eight edges
The letters blur and the red overwhelms--stop!
A left turn signal wails one of its melodies
It points where I intended to go, but somehow I forgot
The night dances through my dull headlights
I look right, I look straight ahead, I look right--dead end!
And as panic slowly starts to settle, I close my eyes
Cause maybe when I open them, I'll be home again
I remain voluntarily sight-less for a seeming eternity
However impatience from behind wakes me--honk!
And as I lift my foot off the brake, sanity breaks in me
My red lights blare again and they swerve around
I don't know which direction to take at all
My compass (my heart), has been broken--lost!
Hope says one day this indecison will fall
But realistically it doesn't matter what anyone does
I just cannot find my way out of the
Eight edges of this hypnotic stop sign
And every moment longer that I sit here
Another feeling wilts and dies inside