do you believe me?
my mind - the dreams it’s conceiving?
the road less traveled reveals my tears and my bleeding.
do you recognize the words you are reading?
my pain could penetrate cement.
hunted or haunted every time that i’m sleeping.
there’s no peace found even when dreaming.
my only hope is for freedom.
yet somehow my best self hardly shows when i need him.
humans must feel pain for a reason.
it’s futile, so don’t attempt to run from it either.
oftentimes it only takes one encounter to create a believer.

»B.Don