In the corner of a room is where my heart sits beating,
To the sound of a kindred rhythm…thoughts beating slow
but my mind still feeds them
Is it the slowness of a shadow that knows not that he can go farther
And if I push away the motion will it stay and pray…
Oh how some of us will fall prey
Scanted in a fantasy of a mind that knows so little is what saddens me
In the corner of a room is it the gloom that overrides the sunshine
Or cloudiness of one’s own mind
Must happiness always take place in the ever after…I think not.
In the corner of the room is where I began to see a lot…amidst the dark.