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