Some people listen to hear,
and some listen to respond.

Some people talk to be heard,
and some talk because they can’t stand the silence.

I’m alone stuck in my head
we both lost track of what was said.
Here I write but you haven’t read,
please just come to bed.

Lost in translation starts a fight,
another disappointing night.
Not sure of much but sure we’re right,
come to bed and turn off the light.

Mind’s running laps but in a line,
avoiding barbed wire and land mine.
Determined to stay up to greet sunshine,
come to bed and it will be fine.

I’m alone stuck in my head
an impending sense of doom and dread.
I write in blue but you mark in red,
please just come to bed.

If life knocks on your door
To take back whats taken for granted
What will your questions be?

If the moon utters a declaration
Do you think you were good enough to be taken out of gravity?
If you'll be sent way down south
What will your last words be?

When you hear the heavens sing and all you hear is wicked, will your tears fall in regret as all you can do now is bleed in remorse? Tell me, what will it be?

If it knocks on your spirit
What will your questions be?
If it utters the unspoken
What will your last words be?
When the melody defeats your chaos
Tell me, what will it be?

Yes, I was wrong,
and you were right.
I’ve agreed.

I’ve agreed:
I was wrong, like a devil,
and you were right, like a god.

I’ve accepted.
But here’s the irony—
I was created by you.

Whew!
Glad I live here,
And not there.