the urge

Don’t fight it now
Now the paths are unclear
The fears more useful than ever
The set of tracks insatiable 
For our tired minds 

We find and find all in line 
With the figureheads we found as kids 
Fixed and set in 
One direction

Fighting off the urge to be a self 
Regardless of the hairs on our necks that stand up
Every time we have to speak in front of a crowd 

The loudest was the silence after 
After we heard what we were to supposed to be
Instead of all that had become us
And then we figure it out
To do it all over again

-D.