Nestled in my beachside hideaway
Where all you hear are waves crashing everyday
Nestled in my own little tiny world
Unsure of myself like a scared little girl
I can hold a grain of sand
In my hand
And still feel smaller than it
I can see a pattern repeat
At my feet
And still find it hard to quit
Nestled in my safety zone
Where if you knock, I’ll act like I’m not home
Nestled in my vacation destination
Glorious views don’t kill my frustrations
I can tell time to slow
Won’t listen, I know
And there it goes tick tocking
I can tower over a small little tree
Still it seems bigger than me
So insecure with every path I’m walking
Nestled in his arms I’m at peace
Where worries always cease
Nestled there I feel myself most
Why is it that outside I feel like a ghost
Nestled in my fears won’t take me where I’m going
Where creative aspirations line the streets and this smile is worth showing…