baby things are never what they seem.
each of us is alone with our own demons.
in a prison of guilt
frozen by fear they whisper.
ignorance and hate.
no one asked us to be perfect.
no one demanded an answer.
understanding isn't required for respect.
hesitation kills more men than rash impulse.
let go and live your life.
what does it matter how hardened the lock, so long as I know the shape of the key?
I've lived this way. dead to the world around me. Or maybe the world around me has lived this way, dead to me because I can't be mired in its trappings.
each of us is alone with our own demons.
in a prison of guilt
frozen by fear they whisper.
ignorance and hate.
no one asked us to be perfect.
no one demanded an answer.
understanding isn't required for respect.
hesitation kills more men than rash impulse.
let go and live your life.
what does it matter how hardened the lock, so long as I know the shape of the key?
I've lived this way. dead to the world around me. Or maybe the world around me has lived this way, dead to me because I can't be mired in its trappings.