In Search of a Place

I've been wondering
how you let me wander
this far away.
Things have changed
and nothing ever stands still.

You left me here
to feed on these
bad genetics,
crawling amongst
the rest of the dead men.

If this was born from a desire
to breath,
how can I cure this disease?
I'm not sure that I've ever lived.
I saw my body grow legs.

Can you convince me
to be still?
I'm not finding home again.

To just be still.

What did you
expect them to say?
They all end up the same.
But you're insane
even in (rational thinking).