like I'm taking a blindfolded
leap of faith
across a ravine
on a unicycle
through a ring of fire
in front of critics
Is that too harsh?
Too complicated or over-thought?
On these late nights,
I can't help myself
my brain scrolls through
every twist, wrong turn, mistake
that brought me here
And I keep thinking
I'm such a fake
Don't they see my fear
Don't they know I have
no idea what to do
when I'm standing here
Sometimes I see the good
in this heart of mine
but sometimes I worry
my dark is pushing away my light
And my brain asks my heart
Are we strong enough for this?
It's not sure how to answer
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