Inside me lies the couch of laziness, rotting my sense of smell
Inside me lives a lioness that is so lonely now, for when she left to feed her cubs, the river swept her away.
Inside me growls a hunger to run with the ocean, let it sweep me away.
Inside me cries a small child, staring at a watch.
Inside me runs a speeding tire, sharp with points of attitude.
Inside me bounces the never ending sky that travels here and there, but never goes far.
Inside me tails a deep dark secret that will never be released.
Inside me it creeps and crawls, looking for a better future but never finding anything close to what will suffice.