To think with the heart and feel with the mind
Is to suffer from constant confusion.
A shy profile is displayed while the battles inside rage.
Carpe diem no longer applies when indecision prevails.
On weak, icy ground, I find myself,
Unaccustomed to a lack of confidence.
Unsure of footing and consequence,
I stall, creep, falter, and stall.
Begging for a rope will not do;
That's too simple a solution.
I'll accept no contribution,
Even though I wish, yearn, pray for it.
Yet I bite my tongue in fear
Of losing what we now have.
My words form only a tear,
Hidden behind a laugh.
And I stall, creep, falter, and stall.