If these walls could walk

I’m starting to wonder if me sitting in my room

Laying in my bed

Is what it’s like being inside my head

It’s the perfect setting to overthink yourself into madness

Or sleep

Whichever you prefer

Since I was 7 I counted the walls the ceiling and the floor

I’d like to believe I paid my dues, being a prisoner here for this long

I deserve to be free.

Am I waiting for someone to give me a key?

No, one must be forged from within these walls

I unlock my mind with rhyme

Writing in ink and scribbling in paint

I create answers for questions that only I think

And I see clearer now, the choice has always been mine

To escape my mind I close my eyes and open my heart

And so it seems; I have been free all along