without worry, arms outstretched,

i am taken in, the difficulties of life fading,

the things i'd been evading seem to be

so trivial to me now.

and in my own haze of discomfort,

i simply look, and up in the distance

is the light that i've longed for,

and somehow it seems like i cannot reach it.

i am two sides of a coin,

my own opposite, i am a contradiction,

i never know what i want,

only what i wish i was.

oh, if i could just reach it,
the end of whatever this road is,
i feel as light as a feather,
but as sharp as a needle.