running in place

  am i being patient... or am i being subject
like a wailing banshee in my way
it's a definete regression
from everywhere i've been

i feel like a dog gnawing for marrow
on a fossilized bone
and my veins throb with the impression
that i don't know

i'm running in place
cos there's no place to run to
and to stop would be counter-progressive

i feel like a star going nova
i'm watching my light snuff out
i had it all set into place
and now i'm back where i started

i think of flowers... it's just further distortion
a little something to distract my mind
something inside is bound to fault
if i follow through this time