This room is small but bare
Figures engaged in a simple task or setting, remaining disconnected It feels better than before Today the sun shines through the dusty windows I feel the heat on my back, behind my ears, on my cheeks I am being watched I can distract myself by looking out the window, remaining disconnected I hope to be happy when I can be, remaining disconnected This room seems smaller than before
Why is it, that it feels better than before? Isn’t it strange, the change the sun makes? The heat burning my back, behind my ears But it’s so simple to make assumptions about my days Coz I’m being watched every minute And I’m waiting for someone to speak I can only try to divert my attention All the while, remaining disconnected with myself We were running along and across
We were running twisting and turning We were running me and him We were running and then stop We paused, a long pause and the rumbling And hissing stopped with a click and then silence My palms began to sweat and my heart raced yet again Wait silence continues like I was somewhere else Wait silence continued with the sense that I was somewhere else Wait and then Wait Smooth sailing, rough waters crept up fast Hold tightly to your loved ones people may repeat their past I can’t tell you what to do but I can advise against foolish decisions you might make We were consuming it all but then black |