Roadmaps

I take these pills to keep me sane

But what if they're the reason that I never change

Maybe bandaids only serve to hide old scars

That form a roadmap to better days

Have I obscured that which from I should learn

Chosen comfort for fear of these burns

Have I adapted to survive or have I grown numb to my own self-deceit

Open skies, do terrify, robbing the breath from my lungs

Oh yes I swear, this canvas does inspire, but it also shakes me to my core

Opened wide, these eyes do spy that I am oh so very small