my fingers hover over the drain, tentative.
if I pull it, I watch my dreams leave in a whirlpool.
but keeping them around could end up being destructive.
and how hard have I tried not to look like a fool?

they only say "follow your dreams" on the screen.
when you reach out, they pull you back.
so I tore up my script and watched it turn into nothing.
but how hard did I work to achieve that?

maybe not hard enough. maybe I'm just not enough.
maybe I can never be, and maybe that's for the best.
maybe the rose-lensed glasses will suddenly be pulled off.
and maybe I'll finally see the reality I can get.