Family Crest

I can hear every noise this house makes
Supported by a skeleton of steel
The termites eat away at the foundation
And it's only a matter of time
And your family crest hangs on a frame in the hallway
Next to a painting that you made when you were ten
And each brush stroke glares a reminder of a simpler time
When we were more concerned with living life than with what it meant

Enveloping and circling my mental state
This house is empty, every sound reverberates
So I plug my ears and try not to communicate
But it has taken hold

I keep a notebook under my desk so I can write all my dreams down
Or at least what of them I remember when I wake
Spending hours scanning the pages for some indication
That these dreams and life might somehow intertwine
Because more than anything, I just want to believe it
That we all end up just where we should
And we can all have faith in the decisions we make
Under shelters of concrete and wood

So I evaluate the options I'm presented with
Navigate these notions of embarrassment
Long to learn "Are my laments legitimate?"
But it has taken hold