Tonight, I realize one true thing;
I am surviving on a broken wing.
It’s like swimming with a tank full of sharks,
not ashamed that only I see the marks.
It’s like someone throwing many darts,
went around them, and straight to my heart.
One side of me says, “It’s your fault,”
while the other says, “Take a step back, hault.”
I will still dream at this slate in time,
fully awake as I commit my crime.
When all the straight paths have come to an end,
it can only mean a curve or a bend.
I can’t compete with myself anymore,
there I am headed, going out the door.