In My Den
Sometimes leaving without a goodbye is the best thing to do,
Coz then there is nobody to stop you.
Sometimes getting blank is the easiest defense we can use,
Coz there’s too much in the mind, hard to choose.
Sometimes darkness is the best comfort for you,
Coz eyes get tired of the light they get used to.
Sometimes fantasies live the only aliveness in you,
Coz reality feels absurd and too vague for truth.
Sometimes you just give up, knowing it isn’t (a part of) you,
But the wait makes you old rusting the new that was you.