What hole do I fill?
What picture do you recreate?
Does your mind lie still?
Does your heart know what\'s at stake?
We toss and we turn,
In effort to make lasting memories.
The attention that is yet to earn,
Everlasting peace and its remedies.
Skin burning, riddled with thoughts,
Heart churning, deciphering the plot.
Where to turn to, where to run,
Only to find yet again, there\'s not one.
What hole are you filling?
What picture am I so desperate to recreate?
Do you find the allure so thrilling?
Do I fully realize what\'s at stake?