Sometimes I don't know what keeps my heart in check--
From running wild and reckless,
Fulfilling every longing and desire.
I don't know what keeps me here on the ground
When my heart longs for the sky.
I don't know what keeps a calm façade on my face
To hide the chilling fire of my passion.
I don't know what keeps me here,
Seemingly content with mediocrity and no adventures.
Maybe it's hurt.
Maybe hurt keeps my heart in check--
And keeps me from where I want to go,
And who I wish I could be.
But I'm safer for it, right?
