No one and nothing will ever remain true
somehow someway we will see through
someday maybe this will make sense clinging to something vague
I'm hesitant to hop on all accounts

hesitant to know what lies ahead
hesitant to stick to what might fail
hesitant to trust anyone who walks

in the end is it you or me
no one and nothing will ever remain true
somehow someway we will see through
a clouded outlook claims

anxiety makes my tendons strain
anxiety forces trust in something
anxiety won't let me maintain

(crux of all desire lay somewhere inside dreams
and imagery appear nervous laughter doubting fear)

clinging to something vague
I'm hesitant to hope on all accounts
hesitant to know what lies ahead
hesitant to trust anyone who walks
but in the end is it you or me
what happens will be