...in class.
This current state is something fragile.
I wish to speak in simple code.
I am lost in the midst of feeling.
But it frightens me more to think I know.
There is a child somewhere inside me.
He doesn’t know what he wants.
His chest and mine are constricting.
He tries to hide us from what daunts.
Thought it was I sent to rescue.
Extend the hand through tattered veil.
It was he sent to guide me.
My soul is slowly growing pale.
I wish to speak in simple code.
I am lost in the midst of feeling.
But it frightens me more to think I know.
There is a child somewhere inside me.
He doesn’t know what he wants.
His chest and mine are constricting.
He tries to hide us from what daunts.
Thought it was I sent to rescue.
Extend the hand through tattered veil.
It was he sent to guide me.
My soul is slowly growing pale.