Record to Life

I go to school
then come home.
do more school
and let my mind roam.

My mind is deeper
than most will see.
It scares me sometimes
that my thoughts belong to me.

Some places are happy,
Games of my youth.
Innocence still in
where lies hide the truth.

Truth of what
life truely is.
Not so much a journy,
but more like a quiz.

Some places are sad
realizations of fact.
Betrayal and loss,
and so runs the track.

Like a groove on record,
my needle is stuck.
Set to the sadder state,
no hope and no luck.