Warm drops drip
Thoughts running this trip
All day and night
My one true rite
I’m alone in this space
With a mind of a maze
Don’t know start to end
It’s all in a bend
Squeezed in between
I’ve forgotten to dream
And I’m lying on the floor
Starting at a knob on the door
I’m stuck
Legs held in this muck
And I’m falling through
No hands to hold on to
It’s all black, and space is spare
If only to live I’d dare
Would I see the light
With all my might
And pull myself up
Out of this self-fuck-up,
We call a life
Full of strife
With a few happy days
While the stars hold my gaze
And the moon shines away
Until the sun brings a brand new, fucked up day
(This one is for giving space to all the negative thoughts just as much we aspire to hold positive ones)
