I'm scared of my imagination
I'm scared of my own creation
I don't know what to do with my right side brain
It's the addict that I can't keep contained
I'm just stumbling around
Wandering if I should keep him bound
Or if I should take off the chains
I desire to help others through what I write
But I fear I'd be returning to my dark plight
Because every time I go jot something
I feel like I'm just stumbling
I need to take a careful pace
Careful not to put myself in a hazy place
I still have a bad taste
Of what I've gone through
I need more time before this can help you