Basking in this, my own discomfort
Sinful bliss, reality distorts
five fingered sight in the palm of my hand
Bird’s eye sight is the view of this land
Opening to things so as not to fall
I stare in the mirror a defenceless wall
My heart will race as thoughts fly past
Most of self, in a great typecast
I see a bridge and a leap of faith
Brena please, what path to take?