On the edge of an explosion
So much packed down now inside
Tiptoe by to keep it quiet
Push it forward, let it slide
Too many words to decipher
Too much meaning I can’t decode
But it’s pressing, moving faster
Taking me down some unknown road
Unfamiliar, overwhelming
Trying to sort out what is real
Too good, too bad to know for sure
Too much judged now by how I feel
There is a way to sort it out
To let the facts and feelings fit
Pass through without an explosion
Find peace within, inside of it
