When no one is here and I feel about to mash my own images into pulp
I echo its voice almost without choice, it's listen or drown
these noises understand my every thought in a way people cannot
careful words become greater than those who breathed and shared them
they belong to me now, almost as if I had transcribed them myself
Do you see why I must stay inside now? There is no escape outside
Not with other people interrupting the sounds and the growth itself
I find my freedom behind walls of privacy and deadbolts of caution
I sit and my concentration focuses slightly on what I am doing
More I feel renewed as another sentence suggests I'm not quite alone
For once more I can rest, surrounded by waves of sympathetic excellence
Interruptions are so common, I live for the solitude, the freedom
I can't be bothered with you, I'm almost sorry to admit it
When you make me feel like these songs, maybe we can hang again
The doubts are pushed out the back door as the wind assists the audio
Fresh air soon replaces the fumes of my own frustrated meditations
I breath deep as inner strength comes back to me in a familiar rush
Some efforts are meant to impress no one but myself as I achieve success
Immeasureable like the oppurtunities in a world all too controlled
The countless futures that can be found when we question what we're told