calm center storm

april.30.2002

the storm surrounds our lives,
as we run from place to place
like mice stuck in a trap,
we try to run the race

but a cycle's all it is,
we go nowhere fast
all that we work for,
is nothing that will last

the maze that is my day,
leaves without a trace
all I have to do,
is look upon your face

I'll run around the storm,
if I can find you in the core
I love you and you make,
my life worth living for.