Running into myself
and excusing my intrusions
Paving my steps with carpeted stones
I walk without delusions
Realities and my frailties
forever one in the same
to keep it all so fresh and real
Never forgetting who i am
I never question you, yet i doubt myself
the constant warning bells
My visons and realities
can be a living hell
Being me and being planted
can never coincide
the grass grows beneath me
before i run and hide
Jump into the fires
the days and nights bring heat
the goodness that surrounds me
and the fight for this seat
I'm giving my attention
I've given all my strength
detailed, embittered disappointments
This therapy at great lengths
I see the tunnels end
the brights lights beaming through
I see the end of the uncertainty
My personal endeavors are shared with you
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