Just sitting at the computer
On the couch with
my soul in my hands.
I donít want to go outside today.
The light burns my eyes,
my skin withers and dies.
Eyes closed, sowing my head on straight.
Iím inside out, or is that outside in?
Iím claustrophobic of the outside world.
No, I donít want to go outside today,
but inside this place I just canít stay.
Youíre wasting, Iím wasted,
on the inside, perfect outside.
burning my bridges to the floor.
To the multitudes Iíll shout,
but only on the inside reaching out.
Burning brightly in my eyes.
I cower among the shadows.
On the inside sweating cold.
On the outside Iím getting old.
I canít go outside today!
It never leaves me alone!
Wonít let me go outside today!
I scream with indifference!
I close my eyes.
understanding is misunderstood