Walking around with eyes closed tight,
Afraid of the truth, afraid of the light.
Unwanted errors placed along the path,
A confusing decision with a forgotten past.
Tears teasing to stream down cheeks of white,
As common sense tries to validate what’s not right.
A touch warming more than skin,
A look which pierces deep within.
The idea that more might exist,
As wishful lies tend to persist.
Doubt endangers the sweetest folds,
Where fear leaves nothing but the cold.
Steps taken cannot be retraced,
For the path is forsaken and the heart misplaced.