So much to say…

…but no words to say it. Someday I’ll get it down…I’ll treat you right; I’ll know what to say, when to say it, when not to say it. Someday, when I’m not afraid; when I have the go-ahead; I’ll knock your socks off. But until then…until that memo comes…I’ll still be afraid. But I’ll never be far.
Just don’t give me a reason.
My laces tied, my muscles tense; legs on a hair-trigger. I will run, I always run.
Where am I going again?

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