This place, in time, it feels strange.
Only in this moment is it ever going to be this strange
Of course in life, times have been strange before
Just a different kind of strange
I am a stranger, to myself, to the universe
A new soul rising within a soul
The world around me feels as distant as it has always felt
Yet it presumes itself quieter than it has ever presented itself before.
A void of sound, into a void of thought, into a journey of strength
Yet where will that strength come from?
The surrounding world, the inner depths, both?
If I were to choose, I'd say both
But inside the soul arising is an ongoing internal struggle
It breaks the surface each chance it can
Being as fragile as glass
The fractures within
They slowly find a way to shatter the surface
Then fixed again
A common place to be
Feeling as if change will do a thing
Yet why change when right here everything is fine
Well every second that ticks
The world, the self it does change
And within that change comes life
Now within that life there are details
They're far away from this self identifying case
It is what makes life more interesting
It is what makes those around connect
It is what makes the world have common ground
It is what my mind forgets
To take the time to really refresh
To take the time to really select
To take the time to learn to breath
To take the time to be you
To take the time to be me
Although it is clear that others find the time
I find that it is harder to do than to rhyme
If the words pour out
Then maybe I'll remind myself
Take the time
