Mountains

Sit down with me,

There is something I want you to see

This empty canvas,

It look as if it will always be empty.

With the sound of my erratic screams,

It fills

Fills up with what can only be describe as gigantic

A mountain, full of panic

It is what I create

It is what I celebrate

There is a super power for thinking in a loop

Creating a mass full of everything

In this empty canvas

I built mountains out of nothing

My mind is set,

Driving me to tears and with cold-sweat

You can call me crazy,

But I said it before.

My mind is full of mountains

Mountains I created tomorrow, now, and before.