I wrote this ‘song’ the other day. It’s been a long time and it’s messy, but whatever. Don’t want to forget about it. Too many other song lyrics are just lying around somewhere, picking up digital dust.

The song is called “You Should Go Outside”, and I really should. It’s about time, huh?

Been writing stories upon stories and they never seem to end

Entire worlds have been created, that even I can’t comprehend

It’s exhausting and rewarding, but mostly an escape

Because I know that in reality, I’m still stuck in this cage



Ten years since I wandered down this road, maybe twelve since I saw the sign

Was thirteen when I wrote my first song, nineteen when I lost my mind

Now I’m thirty-two years old… Where’d my twenties go?

I was hiding in a basement, from the world I used to know



The sky outside is beautiful today~

But it’s a little too cold~

The weather outside is beautiful today~

I’ll open a window~



“You should go outside” they say~

So I write another chapter instead

I should really go outside today~

But then I’d lose another plotline in my head



Dialogue is just talking to yourself, in different voices~

The scenery and settings in your mind, are just different choices~

You could go and walk a mile, or help some stranger smile

It isn’t pointless… It’s just a different game~



Been writing stories upon stories and they never seem to end

So many characters created, how many hours did I spend?

I’m so tired and enraptured, but I still try to escape

These chains are so damn heavy now, do I even need the cage?



Ten years since I wandered down this rabbit hole, maybe twelve since I checked the time

Nineteen since I wrote my first song, thirteen since I lost my mind

Now I’m thirty-two years old… Where’d my twenties go?

I was hiding in a basement, from the world I used to know



But I wasn’t just hiding from the world, I was making dreams come true~

I was hoping that someday I’d find the time to be with you~

But the world out there is much easier to just write about, and fantasize…



The sky outside is beautiful tonight~

But I live in the city, I don’t wanna get shot

The weather outside is beautiful tonight~

I’ll just open a window~



“You should go outside” they say~

So I write another chapter instead

I should really go outside today~

But then I’d lose another plotline in my head



Dialogue is just talking to yourself, in different voices~

The scenery and settings in your mind, are just different choices~

You could go and walk a mile, or help some stranger smile

It isn’t pointless… It’s just a different game~

It isn’t pointless, it’s all the same~

The characters are people you used to know, or haven’t met

Those worlds are lives you lived before, or haven’t yet

You could go and climb a mountain, or back down those same old stairs

I know I’m tired, we’re all so tired…

But I’m not done writing yet

I have to write another chapter, before I forget



Maybe I’ll make it outside, someday?

I used to be a lot more professional in my teens when it came to music. I didn’t even designate what was the Chorus, the Verses, et cetera. Mainly because I don’t really know. It’s not that important after all. More like a rough draft or a poem, a ‘freewrite’ I guess.

Either way, it’s been pretty quiet on my WordPress lately, so I haven’t uploaded much. Been busy with reality, socializing with people, all that ‘normal’ stuff… Well, more normal than shutting myself off and binge-writing/reading insane amounts of content. A lot of which I’m too busy writing to actually edit and publish.