It keeps me from waking up.
It’s like the car I kept myself from buying, and now see everyday on my way to work.
It’s the guy I was too afraid to go for.
It’s the rope floating in front of me when I’m drowning, and I’m thinking too much to grab onto it.
Well I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t sink anymore.
I don’t want the next time I see the rope to be when I've floated too far from its reach. I have to stretch out my already drifting arm....
I have to try.
Impossible as it seemed and still seems, it’s something that won't let go of me.. so I can't let go of it. I have to reach out and go for it.