I got so overwhelmed the other day,
People were everywhere, I couldn't get away.
My mind and thoughts were running,
And I couldn't catch them,
For a person, they were gunning,
And I, their unwilling victim.
But, when the wave of chaos passed over me,
I took a moment, exhaled, I could breathe.
Some days it's hard for me to live,
I hate how I sometimes allow myself to feel.
But, when those moments come at an almighty sudden,
I try and gather myself, and I whisper something,
"What makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful",
If that truly is the case, I guess I'm ethereal.
When I get so afraid of what I don't understand,
I use my imagination, and I escape to my perfect, humbled land.
Poets come alive in the darkest of nights,
Cashmere sweaters, the brightest city lights.
I can break the realms of possibility here,
I can get rid of anything I fear.
When I get so afraid of what I can't comprehend,
I use my imagination, and I extend the distance from my end.
This isn't a land of utter fantasy,
It's built solely by me, for me.
It's the most romantic of juxtapositions, really,
My mind is my best friend, and my worst enemy.
I've always had a tremendous case of wanderlust,
Guess that's why I'm so skilled at getting lost.
I've learned from my many mistakes,
I'm allowed to feel insecure and uneasy.
But, when things become far too much to bare,
I try and put myself, floating high in the air.
When I get so afraid of what I don't understand,
I use my imagination, and I escape to my perfect land.
Poets come alive in the darkest of nights,
Cashmere sweaters, the brightest city lights.
I can break the realms of possibility here,
I can get rid of anything I fear.
When I get so afraid of what I can't comprehend,
I use my imagination, and I extend the distance from my end.
Between the ferocious fiends that are my food,
And the demonic thoughts, making me a fool,
I guess some may write me off as a lost cause,
But, they'd be so silly to do something like that,
I'm reaching past the stars.
When I get so afraid of what I don't understand,
I use my imagination, and I escape to my perfect land.
Poets come alive in the darkest of nights,
Cashmere sweaters, the brightest city lights.
I can break the realms of possibility here,
I can get rid of anything I fear.
When I get so afraid of what I can't comprehend,
I use my imagination, and I extend the distance from my end.
I'm okay and doing just fine,
Life isn't going my way but I'm not faking this smile.
I was feeling blue for what felt like forever,
An enigma I was, no longer trapped to that tether.
As I write my endearing swan song,
I wonder, where this Caleb has been all along.
