Inner-monologue
Kneeling on a semi eccentric thought
manipulating the words that already exist
shaping them to my own blank sheet of space
Pulling me away to that special place
I, a state of pseudo-polarization
bouncing inside my pressurized life
looking for the escape algorithm
I, the liberating rhythm
Running on a dim light
more than nothing I seem to reach
as the words return to the old page
I close my eyes and the light begins to grow
Remaining sounds from yesterday
tattooed on my monocromatic sorrow
I can see my rain within the reach of tomorrow
I see tomorrow, I can see the rain
