Catharsis.

Never been one for opening up

but sometimes it all pours out.

Not really one for talking about

the things everyone asks about.

and I could spend the rest of my days,

trying to explain what going on inside.

Not really ready to paint the town,

with the colors of my mind.

Slowly working up to speaking up.

Racing thoughts ain’t slowing up,

anytime soon now.

Trying to trace the world with my fingertips,

fighting the leaving in my footsteps.

But my hungry heart just ain’t full yet.

One day closer to the end of time

for my old soul.

Hopefully one day closer

to the person I get to grow old

with.

Always too young or too bold.

Thought we knew it all,

now we know,

we’ve got so much to go.

Paralyzed by the fear of taking too many steps.

That keeps me standing in the same address.

Biding time by wasting days,

finding complacency in my lazy ways,

making excuses for people that don’t care either way.

I’ve been searching for all the right words,

but I was trying to say them all to the wrong people.

Clouded by an inner voice,

that said keep holding on they’re still worth it.

Now I know that its time to forgive and forget it.