there's a room I go and talk to
as the walls of my past listen to the secrets that lie hidden
until a silence falls my speech falters and fails
there is no reason, no reason why I should lose myself
in the noise and earthquakes of the words of my mistakes
as I don't care about any word that leaves my breath
travels through those walls and be heard,...over and over again
it will be my yesterdays words that will fall in ruin
as their dust settles down, covering those words once spoken
burying their sound in not a shy way
slowly I am getting up, starting over knowing mistakes
have a reason of learning as they always do, over and over again.
(c) JR. 2025
