Within the Inside

By Bruce Clifford

My phone hasn’t rung in a month or three
Unless it’s spam or make-believe
It’s a quiet world from within the inside
Not sure if this is a way to survive

I haven’t had a point of view
Nothing matters in this solitude
Like a refugee on an empty sea
This is how life seems to be

So many nights without a sign
Spinning shadows and cosmic rewind
It’s a lonely world from within the inside
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me alive

I haven’t had a welcomed glance
Not ever willing to take a stance
Like a butterfly caught in a shallow breeze
Bringing grown men to their knees

My phone hasn’t rung for a very long time
The only ones calling are pitching their signs
It’s an empty world from within the inside
Not sure if this is a way to survive

©9/1/2020 Bruce Clifford