Anxiety builds up in my bones like flesh on a limb,
my gut hurts from feelings I’ve held within
and curious enough I’m no longer seventeen, nor eighteen,
I postpone my life,
I live for the time in between
I have a lover, my parents and the world I’m in
and yet to find a switch to seize a time to breathe, to fill up my lungs with lasting seed,
I am lost in my dream, away from the shore, in a swim to escape boredom…
Things have a way to unfold on their own and nobody knows where they go,
I am stranded on an island with a horn to blow to scare off the night and keep away the crows
and sand grows into people that leave trails to the deep,
I play a record on a silent gramophone, the same old song I also can play on my own..
I turn my face away from the door, but my eyes remain in place and I can’t see anymore
whispers I only recall from days gone and days before, have crafted a ship and I’m stuck on the floor
and the wind blows and no one knows if it lasts or it goes,
and I can pray to countless stars above or take out my heart and run,
ropes will be cut if I am to sail, guarded by hope and a guided trust, the story unfolds as carved on stone,
far in the wild I’m preparing to build a home years before it starts to snow…