Ah, what new confusing step is this?
What severe motion,
What odd tap dance,
That I could not prepare myself for...
I breathe in the norm.
I cough profusely...
The restraint on my voice,
The barriers on my eyes,
Are the very pulse of my reactions
To this world.
Allergic to the experience?
No, merely frightened.
It's merely uncertainty sustained by my own drowning logic.
Cross your fingers for me, please!
Cross your heart over my own...
Cross this intersection
Onward, to brighter and better things!
A more beautiful existence,
That relies solely on a passion
For what I never imagined to amount
Let alone, embrace.