while self-doubt reigns,
and I wish I were even 35 again,
because I had so much confidence
back then, and felt so alive.
even in celebration,
I see the future
and it let's me down,
but the past ain't much better.
so I guess it's the present
in which I must dance,
and learn to be panglossian.
like inebriated Anne Bronte,
fill my empty bones with passion
for I was never born a lion,
but there is fighting in the shadows
with unpredictable strength
it follows.
with unpredictable strength
it follows.