Why am I reaching for the stars
Refraining from raising my chin above the bar?
I should be pulling them well in
Instead of limping with crutches above my head
Sometimes I can't help myself
Except lay my head on my hands
And think of every possibility
And fall into my deep sleep dreams
It's all just black, it's all just black
Why would I remember that?
Sometimes it's not easy because I'm the epitome of inevitability
At the peak of insecurities, but that's just my inevitability