Empty Boxhead

Sore neck, heavy with burden

Glimmering eyes, filled with raindrops

Hot chocolate, spilled on the floor

The downs keep coming again

My heart keeps breathing

Familiar to the rhythm of chaos

Rough hands, shaking with determination

Fast feet, running to the sound of hopeful dreams

Sweet glass of lemon juice, waiting for me

The ups are high again

My heart keeps breathing

Familiar to the euphoric melody

Same old same old

A bumpy ride that starts with rough patches

And ends with me back home

Thrilling to the unexperienced eye

Hollow to my occupied mind

Same old same old

Life has come to be

An empty boxhead

I grew to be