room

tomorrow is the day, i will pack up and leave...
i'll pack my bags, and hop in the car, and i'll never look back...
i'll go to the ocean, where it's sunny and warm,
where the fish don't judge,
where the kelp doesn't distance itself from you...
i'll go and build a house by the beach, with four rooms...
a bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, and an empty room,
where the only thing in there is a chair...
and it'll be the prettiest chair in the world.
and i'll sit and look around, and revel in my solitude.
i'll sit and wonder about everyone else in the world,
a world where the grass is your enemy,
and you don't look at anyone.
but in my empty room, there is only air, and my chair,
the prettiest in the world,
and there is me, and my solitude,
no one to judge and hurt, no one to make me cry, or bring me to my knees.
the window will stay open, and the air will come in
i'll breathe and the cleanliness will sooth my soul,
and i will be free of the torment and torture of every other day of my life.
tomorrow, i will not be alone,
because i will have found myself,
with no tintings, or scratch marks.
with no one trying to make me who i am not,
and nothing pulling me down.
i could be in a room full of people,
and still be more alone than when i am in my empty room,
with my window, and my solitude,
and my chair,
the prettiest chair in the world...