When the demons in the back of our minds consume us
We seek help outside. In another love,
We’re always back to square one.

Drowning, escaping through... your arms bring fire,
And then there’s none
To shower the solitude of a thousand dreams
With your smile.
And walking the wire.
The impostor’s belief in another love
Quenches the old thirst, and we foresee -
The only escape is the one that doesn’t set us free.