Confession

Something inside me I can’t explain,

Don’t pressure me to try.

Not quite joy but not really pain,

Something inside like it knows my name.

What do I bring with me

and how shall I return?

Grand visions,

condensed, shaken up, and rearranged.

What is this that has me feeling estranged?

Someplace new,

what’s that to you?

I’m still the same.

I haven’t changed.

But something inside is calling my name.