Despite finding my doors closed
And my attention elsewhere flowing,
I can see where my intention meets with wind
And with all this time spent knowing, growing habits under microscopic tendencies toward wearing myself thin
Wonder why it is I seem to lose my grip on everything i've learned thus far
And just as soon as i find my belonging
I find myself so far from everyone
A soft voice lingers through my bouts of self controlling independence, shows me where to walk without a sound in the wake of you leaving
My own choice to stagnate at the end of this rope on which i've fallen 25 odd feet down through the air
Wonder why it is i seem so comfortable abandoning the thoughts that i hold dear And just as soon as i find my direction,
I find myself so far from everyone