The Hum Of Emptiness

So fool me The way to navigate Is unsure And strangely sedate But there is hope Burst out of sparks But nothing catches Locked in the dark Because I try To be an isle To myself The river's dry A strung-out dive Into the well The other side Is so alive I could cry And I would like To reignite The chains that died But it's easier Said than done And I'm not the only one It's the hum of emptiness Between hurt and comforting How can I be So jaded and bored Whilst being bathed In sensory overload Because I try To be an isle To myself The river's wild Open-eyed And then it's quelled The other side Is so alive I could cry And I would like To be outside Tasting life But it's easier Said than done When you're sinking down In a tempered lounge Yes it's easier Said than done And I can't be the only one It's the hum of emptiness Between hurt and comforting It's the hum of emptiness That swirls around