Coming To Terms

Would you hold on to promises?
Even if you we’re not aware of their worth.
Choose one path
And fall down the rest
Take a break from the run of love
Because you’ve fallen short of breath.
Come deep into the woods
Of the shadows of deception
You seem to be quite intrigued
By the history of complexion.
Tilting and Wilting
Fallen out of thin air
You seem to keep yourself doubted
From the thought of simple care.
Falling from the universe
You land on foreign ground
Coming to know the consequence of this
You’re left standing with diamonds in your hands.
It’s hard to walk a straight line
When you’re nothing but on the break line
Walking on eggshells
Falling on broken glass
With the world on your shoulders
And good conscience on your back.
You’re finding it hard to believe
That you’ll ever come to terms.