Keep digging deeper holes
A shallow void to fish in for empty words
The truth about myself
Buried in
A stream of unconscious voice recording volumes
I keep novelizing nonsense that I can't erase
With a lack of skill to make my words mean anything
It's getting hard to see
The difference between what's right
And what's right in front of me
It's easy to be angry
But it's easier to be alone
And wonder If I should be doing better
On my own
I might not know
Where to go from here
But I know
I wanna build a home in simple things