Same old place is where you’ll find me.
The familiar fears that somehow incarcerate me;
I’m in a cocoon so desperate to leave; yet longing to stay.
The desperation for more overwhelms me,
Like a sweeping wind you caress my soul
Somehow you remind me;
I am more than who i am…
I am more that what i want,
I am more that what i think.
For now it’s enough.