Choose Your Own Adventure
That’s what I’ve always been told
I get to choose my own fate
But my hands have become too cold

I’ve tried so hard to grab every spark
And cup each in my palm
But I forgot how hot it can be
So my hands behold the scald

I forget to be careful about my wishes
I forget to check myself twice
I forget to think rationally
So now my hands feel like ice

The chances I bring too far
Destroyed the nerves in my fingers
So each time I reach for something
I can’t feel when it lingers.

And it’s much too dark to see it,
Brighter oppurtunities made me go blind
So I stumble and cry and fall and shake
Because there’s no cure I can find

My voice faded off too
From screaming in the dark carnival
That I needed out so I would shout
Until no sound escaped at all

So as I listen to the circus melodies
And giggles and squeals galore
I sit here, alone in the dark
And irrationally wish at full roar