Running from the cliché, hiding from the fire
Trying to keep it easy, preaching to the choir
Keeping the pace slow, see how it goes.
Images tattooed, scares imprinted ,
thoughts conflicted, emotions convicted
reality lying truth.
But what do I know, I’m just a part of the show.
Past, sweet and bitter
Present, fleeing emotions
Future, wonders and worries
Dreams, fears and passions
Unique to the eye of the beholder, but inflicted by everyone else.