This is me merging from one to
another, my body is stuck in the life
that I wondered. My legs running fast
so my heart wants to follow,
searching for the volume to fill an
empty hollow.
This me merging,
intentions unclear,
unable to distinguish my excitement
from fear.
Long live the dreamer, abide with me
forever.
Don't let simple pleasures pull away
my endeavors.
Expectations seems flawless, like a
taste of untouched meringue, but I'll
try not to forget the old books I once
read. And even if my legs do beat out
my body,
and run straight towards something
folly,
I always take heart to the things I
once knew, and every once in a while
I'll come back straight to it. For one
day I look back and realize, failures
were my fate.