With the Butterflies in my stomach
And entangled threads in my mind
Was it so easy to fly once so high?
The pictures all over the internet
But the chaos in my mind
Does it look so evident every time?
With the entangled threads
And a straight smile?
People walking by
Every day, every night.
The horns of buses in my psyche
Inhabiting the buzzing bees
The scratching sound of the chalk
Keeping me awake all night
Like my hair is trying to break free
My body wants to float in the void.
With the hums of waves
I float inside my psyche
With the smoke of the past
And the essence of the future
Here I float in the present
Losing every bit of me
With agonies of the existence
With the chaos in my mind
Hope this time I survive.