Somewhere at the center
in the heart of all I've been
I wrap myself around my mind
and draw my spirit in

I drink from the bitter fountain
of my wayward liquid soul
I climb all my inner mountains
on a journey growing old

The restless heavy burdens
of all the emptiness I bear
drags my pensive thoughts
across moments unaware

Internally I bleed as I breathe
in places dark and unseen
where hidden dreams suffocate
with the things I really mean

So many times I stumble
while tripping on this tongue
I find the conversation over
before it's even begun

So it's better to remain aloof
and keep the world at arm's length
My silence is my best defense
and withdrawal my greatest strength