the turning point

i ran east
and soared west

i screamed to the north
and fell south...

i strode one way
then sharply turned,

i looked up above
then spun around,

ceaselessly sobbing...
ceaselessly sobbing.

i bore my heart
in the moment

and while they stared...
they did not leave;

they came uninvited
and cried as well.

i saw one sign
contrasting another

and one road
tricking the other.

i tried to follow
the curves that drown me

this is the point;
the fork in the road...

do i trust you,
or go another round?

it seems unfair;
they are so steady!

but i bear my heart
and read the seasons.

i dive in at dusk
and come up empty...

is it any wonder
why i lose heart?

ceaselessly trying...
ceaselessly flailing.

i see with my eyes
and know with my mind,

unable to let you in;
unable to let it go,

ceaselessly sobbing...
ceaselessly sobbing.

i am different
with these scars

but i seek a remedy
to help me smile...

even though
i let myself cope

through fear of failure
and opening hearts,

i'll take that hand
which frightens me so;

ceaselessly crying...
ceaselessly trying.