Sitting in my room alone
Sitting quietly, with peace
The atmosphere is purified
Surrounded by four walls
You can hear the heartbeat sound

The anxiety hitting up on me
In the contemplativeness the contemplation is occurring
It’s natural, same time, same place
Reflecting on my days
Good ones and bad ones
I never thought I’d be this kind of person
Ontogenesis is getting to me

I miss the old me
This isn’t on.