Unraveling

No one seems to be anything anymore.

The sense they once made is lost on me

Standing quietly behind the open door.

Figures stand before me and disturb my sleep,

And swirl, vaporous before pressing down on me.

No one seems to be anything anymore.

Careful not to make a fuss.

I don’t want you to worry about me

Standing quietly behind the open door.

I want to forgive how I’ve been treated.

To forgive how I’ve treated myself and you.

No one seems to be anything anymore.

Is this what will make the difference now?

I thought I heard you laugh at me

Standing quietly behind the open door.

I couldn’t make sense of it before

But it’s becoming quite clear to me now.

No one seems to be anything anymore

Standing quietly behind the open door