something is pounding throughout my body
this is insanity, waiting for nothing
multiple voices dull one another,
tangled amongst and never said once
there’s more than this
being silent
where?
where is there home?
where?
where is that safe house I was promised
when I was a child and encouraged to spill out my mind
form fears into words and pass them around
there’s only one place I can land
safely within, caged yet without
freedom to think, conflicted inside
the trouble with truth is
its so hard to find
this is insanity, waiting for nothing
multiple voices dull one another,
tangled amongst and never said once
there’s more than this
being silent
where?
where is there home?
where?
where is that safe house I was promised
when I was a child and encouraged to spill out my mind
form fears into words and pass them around
there’s only one place I can land
safely within, caged yet without
freedom to think, conflicted inside
the trouble with truth is
its so hard to find