i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forgetting to look inside myself
for all the answers i need before i grow

there is a certain familiarity
in picking up my skirt
and drifting with the wind

but i choose to forsake the tide
if it only brings forth dirt
and everything mean

i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forcefully believing that
crowded places can ever be home
​
but some words must be spoken
​in order to feel whole