still hill
If I follow you, where will it lead me? If I take the time to follow you blindsided by what other people are telling me, will I finally be able to see?
It's funny how those two clash into each other, making my sense seem dense, but let me help you comprehend.
Is following you the best part of my whole entire life, or will it be another gouge in my eye, or in my heart with the same knife?
If I follow you, will I be chasing my dreams, or will I be stuck in the same butterfly net, watching from the sidelines as everybody else gets to fly but I'm tangled within the seams?
If I give myself to you, devotion is what it's called, will you finally love me for who I am, or when I break down my walls will you be appalled, all I'm asking, is that you love me when I am broken. You love me when I am soft spoken, you love me anytime I choose to awaken my woken power already, and tell you what you need to hear.
But that will never happen, for I am weak to a power like yours. You hold your own superiority and authority over me, and it makes it hard to breathe. And it seems like if I don't follow you everything falls apart at my feet, and it's never fair how far it falls so I can never share my accomplishments, so I have to retreat. Back to you.
So yeah, I think I shall follow you for now.
solemn salmon