Ruminating
Lock me in a room Dark, but not dreary Cuz I'll be alone Nothing to see, hear No one to talk to, listen to
I'm not ready to face Anything and everything And I'm not ready To be someone to anyone Maybe I'm not ready To be okay, okay, okay?
The future is a mountain And I'm at the bottom I'm reading the map It says it's pretty scary I don't know, I don't know
Lock me in a room Lights off, soundproof Give me a corner Any of the four options Silence is comfy But only when it's real My sensory stability It's gone past what I feel
The future is unwritten But it's stated clear, In bold, black, lines It's very much there And just as much unclear
Stars, what am I doing? Why am I just standing here?














