Behold all the troubles I create for myself
I sweep anxiety around the floor
Without ever disposing of its dust
I cry lakes full of tears
And never swim in the waters
I knock on the door of love
And refuse to step inside
I read of your Life, even press my finger to a well-crafted word
And leave the text behind when your book is closed
My heart is beating like a cheap drum
My life is two-dimensionally inclined
Because I fail to recognize the vastness of your ocean
And the fact that I’m standing in it
I sweep anxiety around the floor
Without ever disposing of its dust
I cry lakes full of tears
And never swim in the waters
I knock on the door of love
And refuse to step inside
I read of your Life, even press my finger to a well-crafted word
And leave the text behind when your book is closed
My heart is beating like a cheap drum
My life is two-dimensionally inclined
Because I fail to recognize the vastness of your ocean
And the fact that I’m standing in it