I emerge from underneath the ground
Dust off the dirt on my body and hair
When was the last time I came up for air?
I walk down the street and realize I’ve missed so much
My friends and family are different, grown, changed
The job I have has piled up more and more tasks, I guess I missed them
I make it home, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed
The same rooms the same furniture the same clothes
When I look in the mirror I see a sorry face.
When was the last time I saw myself?
I keep walking in a dizzy haze
It’s all so different, I’ve missed so much of the world and the people I knew
I crave something familiar
Something comforting
So I turn my back on the world passing me by
I go back underground
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
I emerge from underneath the ground
Dust off the dirt on my body and hair
When was the last time I came up for air?
I walk down the street and realize I’ve missed so much
My friends and family are different, grown, changed
The job I have has piled up more and more tasks, I guess I missed them
I make it home, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed
The same rooms the same furniture the same clothes
When I look in the mirror I see a sorry face.
When was the last time I saw myself?
I keep walking in a dizzy haze
It’s all so different, I’ve missed so much of the world and the people I knew
I crave something familiar
Something comforting
So I turn my back on the world passing me by
I go back underground