Somewhere between apathy and ambition
Cuddled up in a warm blanket of indecision.
Wondering if you would come with me,
Or if I’m brave enough
To ask at all.

I have never taken my head out of the clouds
I doubt I could,
even if I tried.
What is life without the rose colored glasses?
Just an empty heart
With lots of shiny distractions
on the wall.

I wish I could convince you
and me
That there is no such thing as
security
And that we can run away together
finding adventures in the rain.

I’m not giving up.
Lets try.