Devil’s Dance.

that never ending gnawing feeling

what's it all for?

am i just walking down a path blindly?

will i ever live up to everyone else's expectations? 

i constantly feel the devil scratching at my heels 

so I choose to always sprint 

in any given direction.

what is an exception and what is a reality?

and how can you have an expectation when reality is constantly morphing into something new and unexpected?

how do you stop? 

or pause.

what if i don't want to.

what if I can't.

because there's so much that would be lost 

compared to gain. 

i’ll welcome the devil in my soul 

who taunts and simmers in me.

the devil is a friendlier face than the misery of “what ifs”