Oh my friends I've Begun to worry right

what if
My skin is never thick enough,
and I never know where to go.
If decisions never get easier,
or if they start to matter.

Or what if I can never reach anyone

what if these thin lines defining every time
above my eyes get too deep to smooth out with sunny smiles.

what if mediocre is all I can do not all I choose to do

but
the
sky
is
up
and this bed is warm
and I will see you sooner than ever

so Inside I'm okay?