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 a morning sky,
another chance to once again fly.
So you’ll do it again and try to get it right,
hoping to find a shore for one more holy night.
The truth ricochets around your brain,
Not over yet, you can do it again.