Internal Dissonance

The room is open

You walk in and take a seat.

The room is open

You stare at the blank walls and

Try to paint pictures in your head.

The room is open

You speak your mind, only to realise

That the sound echoes through.

The room is open

You try and live in silence but

It’s a little too heavy for you to handle.

The room is open

You make stories in your head

To pass time.

The room is open

You try and count the times you’ve

Thought about your life.

The room is open

You realise in pain that the years

Are slipping through your fingers

The room is open

You slowly learn that time is relative

And so, so naive.

(The room is open

You walk in and take a seat.)

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