i was gone for a little while but that little turned into a trail, a trial 

i couldn't find my way back out of the jungle until i bent, repent

the hooks that dragged me down they kept me bound without a sound

and i did not struggle because it is quiet and warmer in here waters

it wasn't until i discovered i had turned mute and i no longer remembered

how my voice sounded and how i loved to hear paper and pen together

that woke something in me and now i feel the hooks they pull so tightly 

pulling me up from my drunken stupor and forcing me up up up like a screaming intruder

it grows insistent and persists louder and louder and now i cannot ignore it any longer

i give in to the music that screams at me not to believe in reality or forget the dreams

that society forces me to give up and put aside for practicality and responsibilities

because passion should not be forgotten or love will become loss and lost to the chaos