Looks Like Insomnia, Feels Like Insanity

God, please quiet these conflicting voices inside my head

Is one of them yours? It's getting harder to tell.

I'm trying to filter them out.

 

My days and nights are blending together

And I'm losing sight of what really matters

too hard to read, too loud to hear, too close to see

 

Minutes turned to hours turned to days

that I've wasted, watching and waiting,

debating my next move (too afraid to)

 

Locks turned to vaults turned to safes

and I've misplaced, forgotten combinations,

replacing my excuse with circumstancial truth

 

My days and nights are blending together

And I'm losing sight of what really matters

too hard to read, too loud to hear, too close to see

 

I've opened door after door, only to stare outside,

hoping someone will find me here.

Is it fear that has blocked my escape

from this place (inside myself)?

 

Am I afraid of the unknown or of leaving my comfort zone?

These walls are all I've known for so long.

 

My days and nights are blending together

And I'm losing sight of what really matters

Too hard to read, too loud to hear, too close to see

 

If insanity is my destination, let me know when I get there.

If ambiguity is my transportaion, let's be open-minded. Where

am I going?

 

Too hard to read, too loud to hear, too close to see

Feels like insanity

 

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