Petals In The Grass

My Plight

In the middle of the night
I think about my plight
Should I even care?
At the ceiling I do stare

Its like being in a cell
My own personal hell
One of these days I'll win
And wash away my sin

Until then I will dream
Plot, plan, and scheme
Figuring some way out
That I really doubt

Will cast the first stone
A perfect toss was thrown
Now theres just broken glass
From the curses that were cast