The kid.

Void

Void
(what you feel is important, because it can control you, and make you do things you'll regret soon enough)

I

It is that season again
When I feel like tellin'
But no one listens
So I live with silence

II

I feel like a bee
Buzzing on it's way
And it stings a degree
That I'm lonely for today

III

The silence is tiring
I need a sound
A voice so relaxing
As watching the clouds

IV

I am not special
That I know about
And it started to drizzle
When I looked at the clouds

V

It will pour soon
Soon enough, surely
And seeing the moon
tonight is unlikely

VI

You just don't say words
In a simple, humble way
Because people are like birds
That tweet all they want to say

VII

It may be good
A soothing advice
Or otherwise,
A piercing wood

VIII

I'm good and sound
Is what they know
Some of them
I want to throw

IX

I'm such a lunatic
To think about things
As if it does good
To overthink

X

But I want my crowd
Right with me this instant
Though sometimes
They are also distant

XI

Today, I feel like a void
A sane broken record
In a defenseless test
To become the best

XII

Lonely I may be
I know alone is good
But too much of it
And I start to brood

XIII

It is that season again
When we tend to get unbalanced
So get enough rest
This ain't the worse yet