Soft Blue

Soft blue, see the dark come in

Wondering if I'd ever find a friend

Will I get here again? Or will I

Feel my feet again?

Wits' end, forming callus all on my hands

Staying up not with my friends

Drive me to contemplate my own end

Tunnel vision

I can feel again, rest my head against

The work I have been putting in

Started falling for all of my friends

I'll feel warm again

Circle the edge, all it takes is a pen

Poking into the well, shadows cast on the wall

And the horse, it is in motion again

I'll see light again