There’s turmoil
In the mind
The grey’s activated
Speeding thoughts
At neurotic pace
Synapses in overdrive
Mind does matter
Laden with ideas
There’s a universe
Within me
Humongous task
To travel beyond
This space
Holds, the minuscule me
It’s an endeavor
Finding myself

Hear all the voices that won't let me leave
whether or not they are real or perceived
to be in my own head suffocating
my heart is heavy, thorns stab where I breathe

My sorrow is just like another day
I now feel pain that surrounds where I lay
my veins ache as blood pounds inside my skin
but with friends I can take the pain okay

My mother tried to help prevent my fall
she told me that I couldn't save them all
I guess that also means myself as well
for I one day will hit the ground and crawl

But how depressing am I to say this
It won't be fixed with a handshake or kiss
but with the determination to live
that is something I had that I do miss

Maybe my mother was right all this time
that I can't save them all with this small rhyme
but I could most definitely try to
reach out so others and myself can climb

I'm a cycle of happiness and pain
I think I can see through the pouring rain
Look! There is shelter not too far ahead
There is the place which will help me stay sane

Now that I realize that we all regress
into our shells when we are in distress
but we can always come back out and try again
because all of us are works in progress

Lonely wanderings
Holding hands with the wind
Flying away to distant lands
Over the mountains and seas
So many questions does arise
A silent reprise of my music
None, but these ears are tuned
A braveheart’s sojourn unknown
Here for a tryst with soliloquy
Answers from the heart and soul
A new journey awaits the wanderer