I tie my shoes--leave the house--
board the train and keep on moving.
Thoughts are thickening.
Trees fill me like you're whispering the night is fading.
Hey there friend, I think we had a lot in common.
The feeling is dead.
Maybe it's just lost and needs to be found again.
Just keep on moving.
A manic walk, but hey it's just the panic talking.
So keep on breathing.
Don't stop creating.
I stared and studied the structure of your face--
to feel connections;
some form of deeper meaning.
My skin will crawl and in the morning it will fade a little.
I can't find home.
I'm a stranger in this city now.
Tonight I think she might be losing me.
And tonight I know she'll never set me free.
I feel nothing.
I want nothing.
I am nothing.