Juggling

Juggling

March 21, 2006

Three different balls up in the air
Not enough hands
Too many to share

Three different directions
With three different ends
Three different love stories
With three different friends

My eyes are averted
My heart is now closed
My hands are trembling profusely
And blood is pouring from my nose

Pieces of me are all over the floor
Shadows of me walk through the door
I turn to face them
And cannot see
This person I have become
Is no longer me

I’m lost behind my own eyes
I have lost myself to my surprise
Juggling my heart over my sleeve
Why is it so hard for me to leave?

Faced with my demons
I cower and hide
With nowhere to go
I am totally lost inside

Three different balls flying in the air
Three different scenarios
I just don’t seem to care

Maybe I’m not ready
And maybe I never will be
My heart is invisible
It’s finally faded from me
Although the future rests solely in my hands
I refuse to catch all three balls
It may just ruin my plans