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And just like that, and now I am
Unsettled in my life again
The bubble burst, the joy all spent
Alone surrounded by my friends
They love me but can’t understand
There’s nothing more that I could ask
What is this discontented grief?
I feel incurably unwell
Though none externally has changed
Boat capsized at the smallest shift
My heart a songbird in a cage
It’s wailing, howling, and for what?
For all I ever dreamed is here
Perhaps I let my dreams decline
The bird remembers it could fly
And dreamed of more than comforts then
Yet still I think I’ve made a life
Worth living and rejoicing in
And my malaise in paradise
Just proves the problem wasn’t there
It’s in my head, its me, its me.