Thank you inner voice, for coming back to
me.
I long for the clarity, you give me.
In the cozy little room of a womb, you talk to me,
Sheltered away from a place, where I don't want to be.
Inside, with you, is where I can be me,
without any kind of hesitancy...
How is it that I find you in me?
The question is as unanswerable as it seems.
Maybe It's when I get enough
sleep,
And we meet over sips of elixir.
It's when I find you and some relief,
As you and only you listen to me.
It's when I find you and some relief,
As you and only you listen to me.
So after I drag myself down the line
through the nights, days and more nights..
It's you I want to meet,
Through the escape of my sleep,
It's you I want to meet,
Through the escape of my sleep,
Because,
it somehow gets tiring...
it somehow gets tiring...
As I,
merely try living...
merely try living...