I wonder what you’re running from
always choosing to do the most wonderful things
when it doesn’t have to be that way
Is there just no room for someone else?
Or you make no room?
You long for the closeness of another person
yet you continue to push me away
You rush through these days as if they will never run out
and you spend your time hoping for better things to come
the whole while . . . you’re spinning right past it all
Are you afraid? Because that I can understand.
But fear follows us, so beware.
And be brave.
Or you will miss out on all the good stuff.