The Outeverywhere

Itchy feet and cooped up legs Lungs that yearn for more of that Chaotic air The traffic sounds that flow in the sky With the birds and butterflies Your cacophony but my harmony The outside? More like Outeverywhere It's not just the side It fills up every nook and cranny Every step and every tree Every curve of a stone Every speck of dust on a chimney It also fills the emptiness inside Me, a hollowed out being Thoughts cluttering my head Words buzzing in my mouth They should all be let out To the outeverywhere