If things go wrong can I knock it down?

The dusty tracks start spinning and I can’t breathe. Life is moving past in one swift motion and your face in ecstasy above mine is not comforting. I feel confused and scared and lost in the movements of routine and there is no reassurance in the smile I’ve perfected. Just the music and the dark streets can have me now and I wonder if one day, I will know how to act, what to do, without so many questions. After all these things I’ve done, I love me better now but will you pick me up when I fall down? 


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