Your Self Portrait

I tie my shoes-leave the house,

board the train and keep on moving.

My 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-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 a home. I'm a stranger in this city now.

Tonight I think she might be losing me.

Tonight I know she'll never set me free.

I feel nothing. I want nothing. I am nothing.