Curiously Scribbled

I can feel the breeze through the window but there are no feelings in tow. All I want is the fresh air but it has been eaten by us. If I go outside all I will find is noise Noise that unsettles me A car passes The noise leaves only to be replaced by a different me. I smell trees then shoes Then sewerage then food. The perfume of an attractive woman back to feet Did someone fart?

 The point is poised, ready to drop Which way will it go before I stop this path of destruction can only get me so far before I undo all I've done to be who I am The city closes in on you and takes your essence Leads you to the path The room is small and sound is all around No space to live It leads you to the path There's so much light but you have to find it When you do there's no-one with you to enjoy it But keep working because it makes life easier Or keep digging till you hit gold Keep digging till you get old and no-one can hear you cry all the hear is the same old sigh and they'll leave you to die because you didn't spend enough time enjoying life

 I used to think you could choose who you were But never being true to yourself means you never are yourself. But what you choose to act on defines who you are. So, who am I? The battle of who I want to be and who I'm born to be pulls at me until I become everything and nothing in one

 When you put your arm around me that's when I knew Walk through the streets, lights glaring that's when it was true You're lying on the bed watching me come over I take my time, go a little slower We live for each other just for one night We work for each other just for one night I want to drink your smell I want to Pour yourself over me and let me feel love Time to go and I'm clear but I still hear your love and smell your skin and it brings me back in But now I remember your eyes, how they look away and I can't seem to find love in the same way If we can find love for one night why not forever? Do we choose to shut out what we want? Do we choose our fate or have we no control? Your perfect smell, the haze of love is replaced by my memory of what I did wrong

 Sitting in my hotel writing sad songs Texting friends that I can't bear to talk to Wishing I was the version of myself that I envisioned Why haven't I sticked to what I want? Why is the world set up so I'd fail Why can't I see what my heart wants All I can see is what pop songs sing and lullabyes bring

 You can't hold on so tight You're incredible You're kind You're you But you can't squeeze me till I pop Walk in the river Wash your feet Clean your skin But don't block it in Run on the grass Let your feet skim the sun Run on the grass But don't ruin the fun Stroke your hair breath you in Hold your eyes Stroke your hair But don't make you cry Holding so tight ins't the only way The world can't take your day Your feelings aren't fact But they matter anyway

 I stare out the framed window a hundred million lights roll by with fifty million people behind them will I ever find you I stare at the covered window a hundred million sounds roll by with no people to find them will I ever find you People jut trying to cope shut you out. People just trying to love left lying out. We're stuck in a book about how the world shouldn't be yet there is love everywhere so why can't you get it out? A car horn in a cry for help