The irony

In his head life plays a crooked game.
He's feeling so betrayed and spending his time looking for someone to blame.
When only yesterday he was young and so carefree. His world was a playground; a boat on a mirror sea.
Looking deep into the face of change, his heartbeats a silent rage.
And now he's locked within a sorrow cage, with no key. The irony.
Was there something in the air he breathed?
Memories aren't what they used to be.
Nothing left here to believe.
A slave to thoughts that won't set him free.
When only yesterday he was young and so carefree. His world was a playground; a boat on a mirror sea.
Looking deep into the face of change, his heart beats a silent rage.
And now he's locked within a sorrow cage, with no key. The irony.
His life bleeds.