An urgency that’s not mine plagues my mind.
Within my own skin his emotions flow.
My story you’ll tell, yours is left behind.
In the darkness I stumble, try to find
a pen and paper, a world I must show.
An urgency that’s not mine plagues my mind.
His journey affects me, with each new bind
he creates, an escape route I must sew.
My story you’ll tell, yours is left behind.
He grows, becomes strong while I stay behind
him, bent close towards the ground, remain low.
An urgency that’s not mine plagues my mind.
If I had control one day would I find
my own personality I could show?
My story you’ll tell, yours is left behind.
My creation, the story of my mind,
Do you see me as an ally or foe?
An urgency that’s not mine plagues my mind.
My story you’ll tell, yours is left behind.
Scribbled Thoughts 