Jogging with Life

If being afraid is a crime
I am sentanced for life.
Take the chains and put me away
for good.

Fear is a thing that drives me
right into a trap designed for those
who stay up at night unable to sleep because of the thoughts
they cannot bear.

So I think instead about how
I could live differently,
I try to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

Why is this place,
this nook of self consumed thinking,
this cranny of terror of letting folks near me,
seem so nice?

Why does this chamber of darkness and pity feel like home?

How did I get to this spot?

Was it something I did? Was it an event in time that seemed unimportant,
but was really just a wolf
In clothes fabricated to look like a lamb
That messed up my plans?

Its ok.
My plans sucked,
Running with life is much more exciting.