You stand today, though you're isolated by fear.
Thinking it's best to stay here and near.
Can't take one more step, you grow paralyzed.
You make all these plans, though they are endlessly revised.
Stepping backwards again to that comfortable lie.
You're so lost in your doubt yet aching to try.
Surrounded by faces but trapped behind glass walls.
Cracking and breaking yet none of them falls.
I pound my fists to the hard brittle truth-can't seem to get through.
I try and I try but never seem able to reach out to you.