i.
it's my dreams that scare me.
the ones that makes so much sense.

ii.
when but two days later, i sat in my car.
willing my tiredness to disappear.
i thought as the multi-colored fields flew by.

iii.
what could i honestly say to that?
i knew the mistakes i made within those separate realities.
saying yes.
knowing all along i should have said no.

iv.
yet, there's no going back now.
but, haven't i figured that one out a million times over?
it's simple muscle memory now, like tying shoes and writing my name.
just simple muscle memory.

v.
so, when my dreams make so much sense.
those are what really have me on edge.

vi.
when you ask my greatest fear,
i never speak the truth.
i let my tongue spin its web.
i let it spin the lies.

vii.
so, it's my dreams that scare me.
the ones that make the most of sense