It’s cold and lonely here
Inside this sheltered sphere
I’m surrounded, trapped
No walls to disappear
Beneath this frank façade
Inky clouds close in, attack
Whisper of illusions
Behind my beaten back
The world is moving on now
So fearless and so free
But somewhere in the reverie
It has long forgotten me
Come back, come back
The little voice does shout
But would I even recognize
A hand that’s reaching out?
So beautiful. I love this. I love the ending.
Thank you so much, girl!