Belly

I am waiting for an open door

I don’t want to stay so still, I don’t want to wait any more

Circling the same old thoughts

They’ve bought and sold my time

Returning to the same old place

where I wait, wait for a sign

I wish I could lick my wounds and

carry on with my days

but clarity is just so slow to be seen

and I remain just the same in the belly of the beast

No I can’t hold my own hand much longer

when it just slips away

And I can’t hear the words of others

When your lines are all they say

It seems a very sorry tale to tell

because I’m no longer there

and I can’t trust anyone

because now I’m just too scared

And I can’t open up a space

for anyone

Because I stand on the end of the line

where you belong

I wish I could lick my wounds and

carry on with my days

but clarity is just so slow to be seen

and I remain just the same in the belly of the beast