Thank you inner voice, for coming back to me.
I long for the clarity you give me.
In the cozy little room of a womb you talk to me,
Sheltered away from a place, where I don't want to be.
Inside, with you is where I can be me,
without any kind of hesitancy...
How is it that I find you in me,
is a question that's as unanswerable as it seems,
Maybe it's when I get enough sleep,
And we meet over sips of elixir.
Because you drag yourself down the line
through the nights, days and more nights..
That's how it gets tiring,
as you try living...