Pick Your Poison

This is intended to be written in the form of a song.

 

I never gave myself a shot at being everything

and now I question everything

it’s hard to believe in anything

And now it’s getting hard to breathe

pick your poison – heart or treason

comfort and stability

numbness or falling to your knees

Overwhelmed by the opportunity

To bleed

 

Staring out to sea

feelink myself shrink

sand in my pockets

pictures in broken heart-shaped lockets

losing feeling in my feet

as they settle and sink

deeper and deeper

ice cold water takes the warmth and the hurt

 

Lonely in coffee shops

writing lines against the clock

stealing glances at my could-be bride

second chances rarely ever knock twice

I let my tongue slip

for just one moment

where’s the shame in rejection

is pathetic what you call it when it happens

over and over again

 

Listen up

sons and daughters

sisters and brothers

You’ll grow up

mothers and fathers

asking, “why should I bother?”

every day’s another chance to say

I can become anything

and together, we are everything

 

I never gave myself a shot at being everything

and now I question everything

it’s hard to believe in anything

And now it’s getting hard to breathe

pick your power – pick your reason

you are where you need to be

crying out and on your knees

overwhelmed by the opportunity

To be.

 

 

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