
flying within limits

I wonder how it feels to be the one who burns. To be the one who just keeps going on for the sake of others, knowing that there is nothing in return. To be so calm, so humble, to be the one who bears the brunt of it all, yet be so silent.  
My shadows,
Shedding skin and Ive been picking scabs again.
Im down digging through my old muscles,
Looking for a clue.
Ive been crawling on my belly, clearing out what couldve been.
Ive been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions.
For a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what Ive been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
Ive been picking my scabs again.
Ive been crawling on my belly, clearing out what couldve been.
Ive been wallowing in my own chaotic and insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing Ive endured within
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory, contemplate what Ive been clinging to.
I choose to live and to grow, 
take and give and to move,
learn and love and to cry, kill and die
and to be paranoid
and to lie, hate and fear and 
to do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to lie, kill and give
and to die, learn and love