You bite your lip and pull it back
For some kind of comfort.
All of the correct answers
Are swirling about your mind,
But they don't mean much
To the beating in your chest.

The cold droplets
That form on your forehead
And the creeping shakiness
Finding its way through your veins
Are signs, if there ever were any,
To turn away.

But the lure is just too great.
Risks shine so much
Against the dull gray that is safety.
You've grown sick of a monochrome life,
The same routine.
It's time to live.

So ends another battle
In a seemingly endless war.
The foolish heart once again triumphs
Over the much more shrewd head.