Tortured by my own imagination
Plagued by lingering clouds of doubt
Unable to make sense of the situation
But there seems to be no way out...
Maybe I'll just run and forget all about this
Run away to the land of the free
Dance with the angels on moon beams from heaven
Close my eyes... and finally see...
I'll take that trip to beautiful Japan
Think soothing thoughts as I inhale hot Sake
Breathing out remnant memories of this life
Would you not come with me?
We'll run together along the frothy coasts
barefoot...in the sand
Sun-kissed skin and wind-tossed hair
Laughing and skipping hand in hand
But I'm afraid if you let my hand go
I will slip into the darkness and be lost
I'm afraid of taking chances
They often have an unknown cost...
So I allow my fear to drive me
Toward the edge and away from you
Hoping one day to be strong enough
And to my own self be true...
Christine G. Francis
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