Something Strange

(I wrote this when i was a kid)

i find it hard to breathe an all efforts in vain
smell there's something wrong
as my strings shriek in pain
though the sun is red and the sky is blue
..birds dance through ..the morning dew
the mystic way..nature work
there is not much left to anticipate
but there is something strange..i wish i knew...

i feel the morning breeze ,cut through my skin
swiftly blowing away but its not that real
there is something strange.. i ought to find..
the difference between.. two outlooks of mind

through the tainted glass, ..i see the summer rain
though it falls down straight ,
for sure its not the same
i watch the sun go down, on the rock as i lay
but it scorches me, at the end of the day,
i can nothing do, as i lay in dismay..
there is something strange
..i wish i knew..