i've been down this road before, i believe so
this eerie sense of familiarity,
the covered up holes slowly evaporating -
i was drawn back onto a scribbled white paper
slow down, my beating heart
reassurance standing still on a thin line
temptation to voluntarily slip off the edge
longing to disappear rather than enduring feelings
it was alarming, to realize such factuality
back to square one, my darlingly prejudiced soul
just look what you've done to yourself.
