I live for the lack of control amongst the discorded intervals
the hollow notes that make my stomach drop
the pull of the crazy
the fire of the insane
all of the invisible cogs that secretly keep everything together

the things that don't make sense to the normals
are the only things that make any kind of sense to me
my life being ever only made up with fleeting moments
integrating chances
terrifying choices

not one to be scared so easily
yet hiding from the monsters in my head
perhaps the reason why
I make so many cry
while never expecting anyone to care

I can ask you a million times
while everything around me changes
the whirlwind of my jagged jigsaw pieces
blurry compared to your still waters
the leaves of your trees not even rustling

I have never known just what it is that I should do
when it comes to you or the things you try to prove
you can run
this will be fun
it has been so very long since I've found something worthy to chase after.