There is no room.
In Myself.
For whatever myself needs to do
to think
to face.
There's no room.
In Me, for Me.
And I am afraid
of discovering
uncovering
once again
other darker corners
of my soul
afraid of letting
those darker sides give in.
Again.
In Myself.
For whatever myself needs to do
to think
to face.
There's no room.
In Me, for Me.
And I am afraid
of discovering
uncovering
once again
other darker corners
of my soul
afraid of letting
those darker sides give in.
Again.
Comments
Your post remind me "Your blue room" - an old and wonderful song wrote by Bono I guess.
"It's time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room
The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I've had enough of hangin' round here
It's a different kind of conversation
Your blue room"
Greetings from Rome airport - lot of spare time today! :-)
Never been afraid of the darker sides, I just thought I knew them all by now, not true! Have a nice flight!