Do
they sense when you are no longer safe…
when
you’re holding it together with staples and tape.
A
smile on your face must erase
any evidence of your insanity.
You
try so hard to conform to the person they think you should be.
The
clock is tick-ticking away.
Short
are the hours left in this day.
And
in your heart filled with sorrow,
you
have little hope to see tomorrow.
Still, the sun bleeds into the morning sky,
another
chance to once again fly.
So, you’ll do it again and try to get it right,
try to find a shore for one more holy night.
The
truth ricochets around your brain--
Not
over yet, you can do it again.
