Blister In The Sun

Back to the beginning,
But nowhere near the end.
Is this a curse,
Or possibly a God send?
The same situation,
With a different state of mind,
Divine intervention,
Or a sick joke from fate and time?
The needle in my throat,
Pricks the edges of my ego.
And my weary body moans,
At all the places I still have to go.
The future's barreling down,
And I'm just stuck.
The next tragedy strikes,
And I just think,"Who gives a fuck?"
Around me the world spins,
And all I want is to stand still,
While compliments rain down,
About my strong will.
My clouded eyes want to see the light,
But my mind has given up that right.
And your logic I really can't follow,
While it's getting harder to swallow.
So please, just let me be,
Because all I've ever wanted was to be free.
I can't stand this cage,
The walls are getting smaller.
And call me crazy,
But I think I'm getting taller.
And I'm nothing if I'm not having fun,
So excuse me, but I have to fly in to the sun.