The Raging Storm

The words won't come when they must.
But for an idle mind, these thoughts, they lust.
They inhabit every corner and side,
Leaving no space for silence to abide.
There's a whirlwind, a form of a storm.
It's raging and you know where it's come from.
But no one should know what's beneath your skin.
No one would care for this Trojan-like betrayal from within.
You want to be free, but be in control,
You wanna see what you want, but won't take what may unfold.
You wanna have your way and walk it too,
But you'll have to have your cake and eat it too.
Your thoughts are spinning wildly in a mess,
You want to pen it down, but you fear you'll digress.
And you search high and low for a place to let go,
For a reason to break and a ground that won't shake,
And you climb the tallest mountains and you sail the deepest seas,
Thinking your happiness lies in places hard to reach.
When all of a sudden life stops you in the middle of no where
And you close your eyes and feel the air.
And you take it in and let the storm out.
You let it fill you with strength and it dissolves the doubt.
You've been everywhere but inside of yourself,
That's where you go now, that's where you delve.
And your strength is back as easy as that,
You just needed to stop the noise, turn the volume down flat.
And you're on your knees and the feeling is gone
You open your eyes....

The storm was you all along.