I try to ignore it,

I try to forget it,

But I never can.

Every time I ran,

Every time I left,

With another motorcycle theft,

I was looking for something,

Something life was supposed to bring.

I was looking for a way out,

Out of my life's constant shout,

The shout of deafening silence,

Of walls closing in, dense.

I'm stuck in my own head,

In a glass cage I can't shed.

Why should the rumble fish be stuck like me?

I value their colors that I can't even see,

And I wonder if they can see mine.

But if I can't help them see, fine,

I will help them to freedom instead.