and the words are written

it's taking hold of the words and pulling them down, 

forcing them to submit and bend and beat to a drum

a drum that is yours and no one else's

it's looking around and realizing that this is it 

this is all we've been given 

there is nothing more than right here and now

breathing in and breathing out and waking up

drinking dark coffee and making feet walk paths

paths we're told to walk to be responsible

to have success

to have it all

and the screaming inside starts from deep within

and the panic wells and is a living thing

pushing, pushing, pushing against the bell jar

banging and demanding to be freed

because it is all consuming and familiar

it is building walls high like a master brick mason

whispering words in the dark of the night

whispering, whispering, whispering, truth and lies

waltzing together, one thought after the next kissing in passing

and we allude to the nightmares that scare us most

to fearing the commitment and dying at the thought of being alone

and the panic is still there, threatening to choke and never leave

yet we still do that which causes the panic to grow

why?! 

to please the voices around us that scream not to live

to forget that we have one life and no other

that this is all we have here and now 

so what is the answer...

to do that which we fear

that which makes us panic, for only then does it shrink

only then can we breathe and remember

one life, one life, one life

why are we not running like we are on fire

towards all that we were created for...

and the words are written
for i fear them the most

and I swallow the fear

for what other choice do I have?