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Space Between the Walls

Stand for a moment and look onto me
Nothing chaotic does there appear to be
But come inside and have a closer peek
Then you might see that which is bleak

You see, I have this thing I carry with me
Offering an unlimited bounty of opportunity
To foment mistrust born of internal doubt
Against my own thoughts until I bow out

Most wouldn’t grasp what of this I’d say
They can’t know what’s under the weight
Of a barrage of loosely-connected thoughts
That eventually tie into disparate knots

So come on over, get a little closer
Let’s ride around inside, but keep in mind
You won’t see it all, can’t see it all
Because it’s just the space between the walls

I dream sometimes that I’ll stand with the crowd
If it’s not the usual cast of a dark cloud
I’m tired of dead bodies falling from ceilings
And being the one to blame for sensile feelings

Such will never be the case, though, and I know
I’m rusticated to anguish in my hidden grotto
Where I’ll live out my days basking in my anxiety
While the Universe demonstrates it’s proof to me

So I stand hushed alone in the falling rain
Because I shan’t taint others with my shame
With an idle thumb, I plug the hole in my bowl
As I divert my mind of a woefully vacant soul

So come on over, get a little closer
Let’s ride around inside, but keep in mind
You won’t see it all, can’t see it all
Because it’s just the space between the walls

Yeah, it’s just the space between the walls
Hidden from outside, but kept from inside
The space between the walls
Where I in myself confide

So come on over, get a little closer
Let’s ride around inside, but keep in mind
You won’t see it all, can’t see it all
Because it’s just the space between the walls

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