i look up at the sky,
and my heart starts to break
my mind singing with thoughts about
making some grave sort of mistake?
was i right to leave and follow a dream
only to be haunted by what will follow when i wake?
filled with guilt and shame
for letting go and following that flame,
and leaving the home that only ever felt
like a shared last name,
feeling like a fraud for promises
that i’ve maimed.
perhaps everyone was wrong
perhaps they were right,
but even after all that was said and all that was done
i know ill be the one who sleeps through the night
because at the end of the day
this new life feels like a little something called daylight
