one step forward, one step back
every time it touches me it
feels so real, but when it's gone
i keep doubting myself and life becomes a
game of was-it-real-was-it-not and
i'm so damn tired of second-guessing myself,
to have to figure out if it was a lie
or the truth.
and i just wish i could remember
everything before it, everything that has been forgotten:
a pair of glasses fogged over, words
on the tip of your tongue, or
air stuck in your throat and you don't know if
it's your fault or if it's something beyond your control and
now you are tantalus forever trying to reach wine and bread,
now you are a "normal" human being and i
don't know which is worse.