Lost - 2015

​Did I see excitement in your eyes,
Or am I just telling myself new lies?
If this is all my make-believe,
I will need my hopes to leave.
I am bound by inhibition,
Hindered by indecision,
A terrible reader of signs,
You need to feed me the lines.
There’s too much at stake;
I’m terrified of making a mistake.
Some things are worth fighting for,
But unarmed, I cannot win this war.
Save me from this mental mire,
Before I’m wound up any higher.
…
Lift me out of my confusion!