Corridors
I keep going down the same dark hallway knowing exactly what’s at the end.
My loss of language, dignity, company, and time I could better spend.
Fears are only fears once the corridors dilate.
Should I decide to turn around…
Broken hearts and empty cups I try but just can't fill. These are pieces I find that keep me going. Pieces that keep me awake. Pieces that keep me dreaming.
I keep going down the same dark hallway knowing exactly what’s at the end.
My loss of language, dignity, company, and time I could better spend.
Fears are only fears once the corridors dilate.
Should I decide to turn around…
