sometimes i feel like a shadow of myself
barefoot in the snow
desperately chasing something that must have been lost
years ago
or maybe i never had it to begin with
and when i go, will i bring my demons with me?
and how long will your patience last?
and what if i hold on so tight that we break?
and how much is too much?
and how little is too little?
for all my years here,
i am but a fledgling in this world
