Throckenholt

i'm here in my room again going nowhere fast
bails of hay and tractors rolling past
what will become of me
i look in the mirror and its a skeleton i see
nothing infront east or west
it hits me like an elbow in the chest
i want to reach out to someone, anyone
is anyone listening on the other end of this microphone?
am i a rock or am i a diamond
i can never tell when im lost in the sand