Six years I’ve been here
Sitting tight within my walls
Through the winters and the summers
Through the springs and the autumns
Hoping to take flight and escape
Hoping to leave this place
Where the air is too peaceful
And the people too distant
Here where my place is taken
Again and again by some new face
Here where I am gently released
From each spot I curl up and settle
A half-heartedly tossed stone
Between treasure troves of friends
In each one hoping to be cracked open
To share the jewels within my plain exterior
But fearing of empty space
Should anyone bother to really look
I like to tell myself
Things will be different
With a clean slate in another place
But I wonder whether it will be the same
Because what if I can’t change
Or I try and become fake
Fake is worse than empty
So instead I tell myself
I have to make things better here
Here where my regrets are mountains
And my dreams came to sleep
There I find little hope
But little is better than none
There must be ways
I will seek them
Then someday I will leave
And I will be ready
For a clean slate
I can’t change the past
I have to dwell in the present
But I’ll hope for the future