A slit in time is all it takes
To catch a breath out of this place.
I might not even shed a tear,
When choosing to leave or just stay here.
Will I ever come to peace,
with my life of such good ease.
The sun sets again, another day is gone,
I’ll reach out when I know the path I’m on.
These twisted turns of my own thoughts,
makes my stomach churn into knots.
And if I walk through these veins of mine,
a street abandoned will it be or a hopeful vine?