it rises from your chest
into your mouth
and comes out a mess.
its the way it always goes down,
never at my best.
so, i close my eyes,
take a deep breath
count to three
and hope this is what it can be.
i promise its not what it looks like.
i know i can do better than this.
will you wait,
while i try?
because im serious this time.
you know i started dreaming again,
i think its a sign.
things will be different.
its getting better,
i promise im fine.
so, close your eyes,
take a deep breath
and count to three.
now open them,
can you see me?