Behind The Bay

I feel like grabbing my phone
 I feel it torturing my soul
 All wrapped nicely with a pretty bow
 I’m called to the stories untold
 They grow inside me so

Cold sends shivers down my back
 I can feel it taking control
 I can only hold on and be bold
 Molding me into the man I long to be, behold
 Is this as low as I can go?

Nothingness sits inside
 Abiding, riding the ups and downs
 Colliding with myself this way
 Keeping the world astray
 I want to allow what needs to stay

Am I keeping myself tailor-made?
 In a safe place, slowly fading away?
 Lately I’ve been feeling all the weight
 Quietly making me afraid to lay
 All that’s inside of me for pray

There is no other way, they say
 Really? I must admit I can’t convey
 All the days spent in fray
 I can hardly wait
 The sunset behind the bay

With all that’s left of me,

Ian Altosaar