I live in the dark
My life a soft haze
With my thoughts avoiding the truth
That these comforts
The things I hold So close
Are So temporary
And So easily taken away
So fragile
And with that realization
The grip I found myself
So tightly grasping
Slipping away
Well,
More like my finger tips
Being peeled back
As my voice cracks
Not wanting to let go.

I think it's because I feel strange
Or lost
And the feeling of unknown
Terrifies me
And knowing I must face it alone
Slightly kills me
And yet I know
it will be an awfully grand adventure.