I need air.
Jaded people tire me to death.
I need to not distrust.
See the world through a different lens.
I am not settling for less.
And that is so unsettling.
Take it slow, but do it now.
Two rhythms collide.
I can’t seem to overcome the gap.
My diplomacy is of no use right now.
I guess I want out of my shell.
I guess I want out of my shelves.
But I simply refuse to.
Invisible strings hold me back.
But do they, really?
Breathe and reboot.Intake, outtake.

That nostalgia for something I haven’t yet lived.
That longing, that craving.
As if the wind blowing, a certain temperature, a certain smell, were to remind me of that. “Never go off track.
You know where all of this is leading you to.” Deep within, I do know.
My ignorance is an illusion.
And down the golden path I tiptoe.

I need air.
Jaded people tire me to death.
I need to not distrust.
See the world through a different lens.
I am not settling for less. And that is unsettling.
Take it slow, but do it now.
Two rhythms collide.
I can’t seem to overcome the gap.
My diplomacy is of no use right now.
I guess I want out of my shell.
I guess I want out of my shelves.
But I simply refuse to.
Invisible strings hold me back.
But do they, really?
Breathe and reboot.