Do I make my stop here or do I go the extra mile?
I want to pledge my heart and soul to a friendly cause.
Yet I need time to iron out some outstanding flaws.
I remain silent even though I have everything to say.
For they are the thoughts I banished from the light of day.
Yet there too are the times where I feel like I'm on fire.
But to whom do I turn when I am hanging from the wire?
I feel people took up residence at the bottom of my heart.
But maybe they were always there from the very start.
Perhaps they were in places I cannot see.
I spent my whole life blind to the best of me.
And you know, there were so many people before that have tried.
But I have an inkling on who I can turn to with my arms open wide.
Once in a while I may be gracious and give a little more.
Lest I forget, however, that I have been dead wrong before.