Emotion Dough

Teeth into dust

Grinding in nervousness

Unsure and scared

Exposed and unprepared

This is where he shines

Peace coating the mind

Of a dying soul

Thought it late thought it old

Until the final bell

Change is possible

We don’t walk down wrong roads to completion thinking hey

I’ve already gone so far

Might as well get lost to completion

/

Stop

Grinding teeth and ask

For help

Stop

Think about where you want to be

Any place but here

Intimate relations with fear

Loving a dirty blindfold

Wearing it everywhere

Then complaining

Of how it’s so dark

Why don’t you take it off

Oh, well, it’s familiar

Comfortable.