I tricked myself again, another hole another fall. I don’t know where this one leads but it’s hard to see past all the flaws.
 

I haven’t got ideas, a plan like I deprived myself of before, but I’m sure not blind to the fact that I’m a keepsake to someone else’s lore.

I’m homeless to my own heart, I’ve led myself astray again. But must I remain strong and give this run this clouded race, or do I jump to my own intrusive fear and ruin a love I’m scared to embrace?