sometimes i look at the choices i make
trips i did not take
again i wrestle and rail at the years
wasted in sadness, gripped in great fears
do i choose to sit on this rock
my excuse to curse at the clock?
perhaps my fear is of success
and how to wear this new, untorn dress
perhaps i look at myself too much
has this become a new sort of crutch?
life at times an indecipherable dream
afraid to wake up unable to scream