so much

Lining up
one by one

taking turns
only two hands

breathing life
and taking chances

wishes gone
reality abides

if it were today
could I do it right

when it comes tomorrow
will I overcome

uncertainty
insecurity

can you fix me
mold me

Some things I like
some
frivolity

pureness
not real

perfection
unattainable

where do I meet
the two

how do I grasp
the future

in time
it will make sense

with you
perhaps without

so many dreams
relied on US

now
I

me

just me

weird