Starring at the blocks
filled with nothing
Thinking of doors that
open something
Sitting on the air
and standing on the wall
Screaming outside quietly
as I fall...
Out of this place
Into somewhere
Tripping over myself
I don't care...
Piles and piles
of left over love
No one knows what
I know of
Even though I don't know
if I can honestly
be the one who knows
Although knowing of or about nothing
is knowing something right?
I don't know...