Is it supposed to be this easy?
makes me wonder why I ever settled before,
the first sincerity I believe,
an honest voice,
to divulge to a trusted soul,
no one's ever tried to know me like you have,
how did such sweet conditions find me?
it all fell together effortlessly,
am I doing the right thing?
seeking ways to break this complacent state,
a chance to ruin my elated tenure,
would I take it?
should these thoughts run me weary,
as they settle themselves in a lucid light,
I welcome you into the weakest part,
I hope I draw close to your ideals,
I fear that I will fall behind,
get lost in a digressing occasion,
when I hesitate will you dissuade me from giving until there's nothing left,
is your patience refined,
polished for my fresh attempt,
have you constructed an image of my existence,
with the history and words I offer,
do you know me now, what have you found?
who have I grown into?