Make me afraid to go on,
For if I go any farther,
I feel there'll be no reconstruction,
Of who I am in any way,
At all distinguishable,
From what I am now, though truthfully,
I don't know what's more preferable:
To return to what I have always known,
Which is short of what I think I could be,
Or lose my self to the wonders I know,
Are waiting deep inside of me.
Oh, it's alright,
Depth of life isn't everything,
There's also not offending the world at large,
And ending up a caged curiosity,
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