Lacking

Simplify to rectify;
I tire of watching days go by.
Desire burning in my brain,
But patience wastes away as I…

Sit inside my mind surrounded by the things that haunt me;
Push and pull a tug of war that’s never seemed so daunting.
This life is charact’rized by all the things that I believe in,
Or so I tell myself in an attempt to shake my demons.

When life is spinning all around,
It helps to drop some things I’ve found
Which bought me joy if for a moment;
Now sit in my closet dormant.

So tell me, do you wonder, “Do I own these classic records,
or all the games I play in my own virtual ever-after?
What do I need to make my life seem whole and make me happy?”
The truth is that I’m far too scared to face the silence, lacking.

It’s why I sit in darkness jotting lyrics on this napkin.