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.