Call it inhibition, [stalled/stored] to let it out..

In the backdrop pouring of the under~

Found too scared to conjure up.

And if it's only reasons; bound to let it out,

There's a crossroad calling for the other side, just running out of time.

Past too many seasons watching from the sides,

As the backdrop changes under circumstances, calling for a try.

And if you let it sleep then; only conjured up,

is the wasted calling from the other side, running through your mind.

A "nowhere" costs nothing else but the folded lines that I'm prepared to cross;

A "nowhere mind", always lost in the heeding call of time between the pause;

A "nowhere" costs nothing else but the stagnant lives that i'm prepared to fight with;

A "nowhere mind", forever lost to the heeding call of light defined between the rise.