Overthinking
every step I take.
A mistake to make
or a pace with grace?
Afraid of the consequences
of pasts unforgotten.
Afraid to relive
what left me rotten.
Misdoing my presents
avoiding my presence
hiding,
rewinding,
forgetting
existence.
I strive to rise
I rise to thrive,
I thrive to jive
and jive to die.
Could this step
be the one that sets me free,
could choosing freedom
be the only step for me?
I could choose
my heart’s desire,
grab the match
and light my fire.
If I did
would you dance with me
and come to see
that you are free.