All these years of working on myself,
those sleepless nights and lethargic days,
and finally being able to smile through the pain,
Would I want to give it all away?
Were all those years, just for vain?
All these years of working on myself,
those sleepless nights and lethargic days,
and finally being able to smile through the pain,
Would I want to give it all away?
Were all those years, just for vain?
—
I turn up the volume
to turn off the thoughts
in my mind.
The beats press down upon
the ebb and flow of my head
alternating between battering them into
submission and fanning them on
– An empty shell one moment,
overflowing with thoughts
the consistency of stormy seas,
the next.
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