I haven't ever craved to be alone I've always felt I was alone
In crowds of people,It wouldn't matter if they were calling my name, or looking the other way.
It always had that same, lonely taste.
I feel like Im stuck in front of some kind of door,
I just can't open it all the way.
There's nothing stopping it, there are no locks,
No person pushing it closed.
whatever is behind, all I can do is try to crack it open, and peak..
I can feel it in my bones and in each and every breath I take.
I can smell it like it's the first time I smelt oak..
I just can't quite turn the knob hard enough..
All i see threw the crack of this door are steps, large aching oaky steps, longing for my toes to grip them and follow..
Whatever destiny could be awaiting me;
But instead i'll linger here
Like leaves that haven't fallen from a tree,
there is no reason for them to stay,
they can just fall away, and soon they will.
Left with bark on long creeky branches they wait.