Today

Today is Sunday, the Lord's day
I'm pushed out into the world
All I want to do is stay
In this little world I have created
Feeling so delapidated

I must fly, fly so far
I watch the ground now waiting for a fall
Is this how it's supposed to be?
I feel I am talking inward
when all I see is looking outward

When things get tough I have this little place
A place inside were all is safe
It gets harder and harder to come out of myself
I thing I'll stay here a while and rest