Comfort Zone
To tell you what is on my mind would be revealing a large & vulnerable piece of myself The words are there, but trapped. They can't escape, so here I dwell in the abyss that is Silence. I'm deep in thought, nearly a trance Accepting what it is, what it could be...I've left it up to chance The reality of the situation is, I believe I'm in a dreamworld of pretty colors, happy fantasies...where love always unfurls But I wonder if I choose to dwell simply cause it's so nice I do it all despite preferring daytime over night However...what would it be like? Are these thoughts I always hope for my daytime? Or deeper night? I'm not depressed or lonely. I'm not falling in love Just wondering what is, what could be, and what it was The shit's really got me stuck. So I sit here.. And.. And I wait.. And I wonder.. ............ Housing a deep desire for the truth to be unraveled somehow I'd probably wait forever, but I'd like to know right now..