With life maneuvering the way it does, it’s easy to lose sight

Forgetting to mind the exceedingly heavy things and make light

Holding on to matters that can’t be, but they just seem so right

Clamoring for a dream that can make my dull eyes bright

Even at the peak of the mountain, still seeking a new height

Coddling the sleep-deprived dreamer who’s lost the fight

Misleading insecurities to a place they can be locked up tight

Grinding the sensitive teeth that used to have such bite

Obsessing over the moon, masking my fear of night

Compelled to keep my colors vibrant and yet they fade to white

Assuming being center stage won’t swallow me whole, though it might

I swore I’d be done with this by now but, not quite