Motorcycle, No Motor?
Okay okay,
I'm not gonna lie
Sometimes I feel my forward progress is a treadmill
Especially when lately everyone asks how my head feels
Well, it's still there
I say while shrugging so they think that I don't care
Or think I'm losing it because I bleached my hair
I just needed to start making a change
An outward projection, a reflection of the new start I've gained
I might feel fixed
But I still need maintenance
I can feel new
And still need repairs
I'm at full sprint but still locked in stasis
My feet cemented
With the wind in my hair
And I am scared
Okay, I am scared of every thought in my brain.
Scared of losing my identity and knowing where I came from
I'm scared of change, scared of staying the same
Scared of losing my mind or forgetting my name
I might feel fixed
But I still need maintenance
I can feel new
And still need repairs
Sometimes I feel like shit
And I feel complacent
How can I be sure
That anyone truly cares?
Okay? Who cares?
I am scared, okay? Okay.
I'm almost there.