I dreamt a never-ending escalator.
I kept waiting for its end.
Searching over your shoulder.Waiting for the fall.
I dreamt of words tripping off my tongue,
Before I could catch them.
So overly full of honesty that I flinched.
Did I really say that? To you?
Disaster. The disaster of the silence that follows
Why did I let myself say so much,
when I'm so good at saying nothing?
Everytime I see him....
I do the same,... every time.
Let myself be bewitched.
I search over my every word.
too much truth.
...too much heavy truth.
I just can't seem to help myself.
Just don't see the point.
In not being honest.
It's all balderdash - Just stupid talk.
I worry how seriously I'm taken,
when I don't take myself seriously at all.