I know to you my soul is nothing more than a mirage You could see through it if you're looking hard enough I get depressed when that's all i can think about I could live inside my head, suppressed Let loneliness get loud and proud But as I get older, the answer reveals itself, a sieve A constant repetition of forgive, forget, forgive, forget My love is in the sonic residue of memories The melting notes from shaky throats thrown over balconies Reverberating, bellowing, throbbing in my skin From diaphragm to diaphragm to input, output, input, output, in Though I get stronger the longer I know my heart to be a sieve I still need constant affirmations to Just live, just live, just live, just live When I look closer, the patterns repeat themselves and shift An endless reflection of a gift As we grow longer or slowly unfold ourselves, a wish Of moving closer to a place for us to live