Another beginning yet again. They always say its as easy as pie, its what you need, this time will be better.
Is it? Can it? Should it?
Another day awaits, another door awaits, another stone awaits. How do I look at it?
Worthy? Ready? Desired?
Move forward or stand and watch it go by?
I side step your question, I lie to keep myself safe, anything to seem normal and not out of place.
The gap between my thoughts and words, I choose them selectively.
To paint a picture of a stable mind and be as they all seem.
It tires me to hold the fort, to keep it all behind a wall, so sometimes if you look close enough, you will see the holes begin to form. The struggle is never ending, I need to keep you out.
Yet my heart and soul yearns for an arm to pull me out.