Failure

To hide from your Mother and your sister Your brother...through you long to tell of The stone that remains - you can't move a Muscle - you're wrapped up in chains...so you Wait in your room - bound to the doom To talk with the skeleton in the closet... So you waited for days and you walked In the maze and you lay on your bed With your head in a daze and high in A corner in a cupboard on a shelf You turn a corner and walk into yourself And you check your condition and your Shape and your health... So you open the door with a look On your face, your hands in your pockets and your family to face And you go downstairs and you sit in Your place...