You were offered something bright and shiny, it wasn’t Gold
But never were you told it was, just that it meant a new horizon
Where the pot of Gold and more, lay yours for the taking.
Your head told you lies, that you couldn’t do it alone, alone, alone,
That word tolled like a bell in your head, clanging out the possibility of future
Dully moving away, thankfully saying no to the changes
The words the bell kept saying, “fear the feeling of difference, fear it well,
you cannot be different, “
and you nodded, swallowing the words whole, drinking the pain
Bitter you’re told, because it has to be when you try and think of change.
Now drink your medicine, ease those endless thoughts if you just drink,
close, close, close your mind to future. Cut off your chances.
If you’re standing still, statue like, you don’t need to fear the feeling of difference.