I sit here as my mind races, looking for answers
Trying to trust in something I cannot perceive
But something I cannot ignore.
I desire some kind of
assurance
A warranty, as such Which I know I cannot get.
Afraid to take a chance.
A cross between terror and
bliss
Familiar yet not, fear,
For every other time has been in err.
What exactly have I been looking for?
Am I blind from his attention?
Will I ever trust myself again?