To be able to breathe without phlegm,
To be able to be myself again,
The self that I truly comprehend,
Without judgement form an inner voice or a friend,
To be able to greet the future without apprehension,
To be able to smile without tension,
To be able to be still in the midst of my hearts beating rage,
To be able to understand why I feel such shame,
It is difficult to have to act mature at this life's stage,
Because my soul feels less than half its age,
The fear of the unknown feels like being in a thorny maze,
Keeps me in my comfort zone,
Or as they say, staying in my lane,
Told to be level headed or am I just imbalanced in the brain?
Can often be sensitive to a temperature change
But cannot feel numb to the real depths of pain,
I can stare at the window pane,
The window of opportunity, until my eyes double glaze,
Feeling like life is passing me by,
Being shackled by chains
I'm starting to regret my life's vows
Battling in vain,
My shoulders struggle to be bare the weight and the strain,
As I wipe the sweat from my brow, those moments always feel lame,
When confronted with "you're not sweating now!"
It becomes harder to explain
So I keep a brighter side at times, so I don't extinguish my flame,
As anxiety has unlearned some of my ways to behave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave,
Maybe I can take FLIGHT as fortune favours the brave.
