when nothing feels a comfort
no pillow, tea, or song will do
not even a lullaby written especially for you
when the body is heavy
but the mind wants its turn
the two are at odds, union has to be earned
when lonely is scratched vinyl
and only the the sad songs will play
but even then you can’t bear to throw it away
when a dream’s hiding itself
trouble seems to call off the search
you’re not in a cage but you’re stuck on your perch
when synapses are firing
but there’s no sense to it all
and you keep trying to jump when all you need is to fall
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