Do you feel that itch in the back of your head?
Slowing you down
Like shoes full of lead?
Do you wonder now, ‘Were they truths? Were they lies?’
Birthing new ghosts
Behind your eyes,
And all of these memories won’t stay under seal,
All of these things
Were they even real?
Where do you find enough ground to stand on?
When it feels like quicksand
You’re standing upon?
All of these thoughts, they get lost in your mind,
And questions and answers
Are so hard to find,
When every direction leads only to tears,
Why not give in
To all of your fears?
So stay where you are, there’s no need to choose,
And though you won’t win
Nor will you lose.