(l)on[e]ly room

Lonely
On my ones, so I meditate
Only
On the wall when I levitate
Warping
Like a face through a filter
Awkward
Feel naked and filthy

Worried
'Bout us all going out again
Sorry
If I move like a paradox
Haunt me
You're quiet like a poison
Formless
Like the space in-between

One
With my thoughts when I meditate
Too
In the zone when I tessellate
Free
From the prison of the same place
Forced
To the forefront center stage

Slowly
Coming back but the world ain't
Calling
And my phone is alive, you
Saw me
Through the crowd's tessellation
Formless
Like the space in-between



Credits
Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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