I carry a knot in my heart.
My hands tremble,
I can't comfort them both.

I have a fear,
It rests on my fingertips.
I have doubts,
Pumped into my veins.

Maybe they are right,
I am not who I used to be.
Maybe they are right,
I should probably give in.

To the flickering light,
That rests on my stand.
To the empty pages,
That I hold in my hand.

Who am I meant to be?
If I leave all my words.
What will remain of me?
If I surrender and let go.