Busted...

Colors are fascinating, and so was my life,
the pull of thirst, the call of a drive.


There 'er fancies, unreached, dull and bright.
Likewise, I dreamed of water, sand and light.


And the windows that gave pass to the stars,
were ever open for the eventful and alive.


The roads shrunk in a flick, just one wrong turn,
It was too dark to fight and too late to return.


Now, there ain't much left to save,
A pile of shredded dreams, and my shed turned grave.


Confined by my protection, I feel stuck,
I am busted..


Abandoned by you, my imaginations have rusted,
I am busted..


Left to myself, I feel torn and wasted,
I am busted..


Hey Chris, hi Ana, fuck you, fuck all,
I am busted..