On the edge of a decision,
It is always a cliff in my mind.
To jump is not the end,
To borrow a leap of faith,
To a future that may be more.
I assure myself of the strength I hold,
I am always a mess of insecure strength.
To be what I must, desire, and allowed are separate songs.
I must be controlled and not break.
I must be quiet and of no consequence.
I must be careful not to spill the desire in me.
I desire the road and a open agenda.
I desire comfort of another more than just tranquility in me.
I desire the things away from the world I live in and what is allowed.
I am allowed to be silent.
I am allowed to be what is wanted.
I am allowed to be what is expected.
I am allowed to write it out.
But. how long till I break those chains that undermine me?