Sometimes in haste of my own mind

I forget why I'm doing this

of my own accord, no one to blame, I force myself away from dreams

I wish to put effort, I get lost in my head.

Sometimes, I almost feel dead

because who is the woman who gives up on her dreams

but background noise that is fleeting screams

and funny, how I never believed in a muse

that was, until I met you

and when we parted ways my ambitions sunk lower

drifting into the pit of self-deprecation

the pain

the pain existence was

because you were my friend and my ambition, my dreams and love

I'm here now to tell you I've found a loophole.

I'm trying to focus on the memory you left branded on my mind

the songs that still run through my head all pertain to you

we call sometimes

and it's igniting a fire in the ambitions I always had

slowly compelling me not to be the one who abandons dreams for nothing but the pinprick of anxiety

the breath I could not breathe is returning to me

so thank you

for picking up the phone