Not that i did anyway
Although that didn't stop me
From expressing myself
And saying stuff that we don't talk about
In daylight or that darkness called common sense
We do what we have to
I am here for myself, not others
Maybe because i like talking to the air
Painting the silence with despair
Hoping someone else feels the same
Like a tortoise left alone to swim
But i could speak as if words mattered
But i could scribble as if doodles breathe
But i could theorize as if it'd solve problems
But i could argue with nobody in particular
But i could rant until my anger finds ice
But i could render a short story untold
Maybe i'll try tomorrow
To see if there's something to share
Until then, you, you and you take care
Oh, the one in the corner, you too.
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