My thoughts are scattered on the floor like an unfinished puzzle board
Searching for the right placement of my life letting my voice to be heard
But there’s no sound coming out
I’m standing behind a closed door
Waiting for my wings to grow
When someday, I’ll be heard, and then I can soar
Soar with my imagination and dreams
Being caught up in the web
As my darkness is captured through the tiny strings of my protection that hangs by my bed
The dream catcher of my mind, filtering out the good and bad of my, scattering onto the floor, like an unfinished puzzle board
Searching for the right placement of my life letting my voice to finally be heard...