Content to say it's somehow true, are you
preferring not to know than know you could be wrong?
You built the rules that wall you in
this prison of what-you-believe, then
you sit on that shore so sure the current's just too strong.
Staying awake leaves no space to dream in,
mistrusting what sits in the shadows.
But those who avoid the unfriendly seas
become captains who sail in the shallows.
You fear a fall, but don't we all?
Why crouch behind a make-shift wall?
Nobody hides from time by ducking as it passes by.
Can't fully numb the hurt you feel.
Life carves us scars to show we heal.
I'd rather see the petals fall, than risk they never bloom at all...
