Never quite found my place
and I’m as lost as I’ve ever been.
Looking for signs
like there may be one
just for me, there never is.
No one is talking, no one is listening,
but everyone is and it’s all too loud.
My mind is rush hour.
My mind is a traffic jam.
My mind, I can’t give it a name.
My heart was once my navigation
until it broke. Now I’m playing it all
by ear and I’m telling you
turn down the bass, my core is deaf.
I’ve tuned it all out and now
I can’t tone it down.
There’s a faint sound of music
somewhere in the distance,
but it hasn’t been my song
and it hasn’t been my station
for the longest time.
I sing like I still know the words
but I don’t. I’m only going by the rhythm
and the way it never stops shaking me.