In Here
There’s too much
noise in here, I need some space
to hear myself think.
There are too many thoughts in here,
I need some room to make my mind blank.
There’s too much space in here, I need the clutter back,
pulled back from the brink.
Discontented, no matter what. I need back memories, those since forgot.
There’s too much stuff
in here,
I need
the void of solace and serenity.
There’s too much junk in here,
the needs and wants stay one step ahead of me.
But, there is a place,
a place in here,
to breathe so clear and restore the discrepancy.
Discontented, no matter what, I need back those memories
I long since forgot.
There’s something alive
in here, a life force waking, within and without.
There’s something moving in here,
a revolution that carries much clout.
There’s something awake
in here,
a consciousness
that circles about bringing
Discontentment, no matter what,
needing a past that’s long since forgot.
