The demented man

(Brock) The questions asked but never known, Which way I'll go Endless circles on my mind spiraling a downward climb which way I'll go. The thoughts are there for you to find, but you never know which way I'll go Those flashing lights are warning me But ever bidding voices see You're caught in a web of emptiness The tales told the path you tread Does it lead into your head Or back to a world of emptiness Smiling faces watching me Helping hands just wait and see Which way I'll go White walls stretching in the sun Is it here that I begun? Which way I'll go Faintly voices plead with me, ever asking ever see which way I'll go.