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
That there is no such thing as
And that we can run away together
finding adventures in the rain.
I’m not giving up.