Mingle, quietly
There's too much silence, in your head

There's too much dust, in your mouth
Too many years, have past
Since you last tried, to make sense
When speaking to yourself, for a change

Too many reasons, not to move forward
Too many actions, stayed undone

But it's never time, to wake up
There's too much emptiness
In your dreams

There's too much space, in your room
The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty
White, is spreading over
There's too much space, in your room