Is that what I'm doing called?
Going into my situations optimistic,
Hope, a shield as I enter battle
only to be dashed to pathetic pieces
Picking back up,
loosely stitching myself up until I'm whole again
only to fall apart at the seams
as I recognize my failure?
Failure that so thouroughly unravels
the rug of the future I've been weaving so long?
Chasing the sun,
hoping time will favor me and give me
I don't want to feel broken up inside