This life is like quicksand
Seems I'm caught up and sinking again.
Trying to talk my way out of it
But it seems my mouth is covered now.
Blocked by passive aggression
and the weight of my heels dragging me down.
I can't come up for air.
The grains have taken me
And there is nothing left.
No matter the strength I try to muster
Or the screams that leave my lips.
Seems my lungs are sinking too-
Seems I'm too middle of nowhere
And not enough city streets
nature is too familiar to me
And these buildings not enough.
Throw me a rope
and watch me drag myself out of this mess
and untie it from around my neck.
I'm dreaming of ways to make it out
But all I see is black.
All I seek is black
Because it's nuetral
It's nothing and it's calm
It seems that's what I need now.
It's dark under this sheet of grain
And I wish the sun would shine
Hard enough to make it glass
Bc I've never been one to live outside of glass houses
Too inside of the box
Never beside it.
Always beside myself.
Watching everyone look into me
But they don't really see
The whole picture
Just the box they put me in.
Turn me into stained glass windows
And I will show you what a church looks like at mass.
Belief and praise and worship.
I am nothing like I said I would be.