Why, when I’m still
Do I hear a stampede?
The wildebeest of peace
They’re charging at me;
A cluster of dusty horns
For as far as the eye can see
You tell me,
I must let them pass
They’re to trample on me
If there’s to be quiet at last
And why, then,
When I’m in my own
Is it a stifling place?
A ghetto of memories
That I cannot erase
And mirrors reflecting
A stifled face
I ask, why does the sky
Of what ‘could be’
And the low-hanging fruit
That fall from her tree
Have me so terrified
That they’ll all fall on me?
And why. Why
When I walk towards love
Do my feet fumble and flail
Across this taut tight rope
Of misguided hope
Or is it a slippery slope?
Because I’m sliding so fast
I just might not cope
You tell me to focus
In me, please remain
You repeat this to me
Time and again
Your trust, my girl,
It mustn’t wain
Because in the end
It will all be okay
I promise you this
It’s the only way
Beautiful
Beautiful!
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