space to be.

another day has come and gone
and I've been holding in..
not holding on.

feeling out of place, I
I'm wanting to escape, I
I pack my bags
with nothing left to say.

it's when I think I've figured out
the figures simply turning
inside out

burn before it catches, I
I rummage through the ashes, I
I turn the page
with nothing left to say.