Try Living

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.

 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,

Because,
it somehow gets tiring...

As I,
 merely try living...