Of Tides and Floods Not Taken

Have you ever woken up in the morning with a heart so heavy,
With a pain in your head and you can't tell
Why, surreality seems to have fused,
With the reality of farewells?

A regret of sorts, of things unsaid,
Of things that might, of fears we made.
Questions that never cease to ask
Of what ifs, of signs so apparent...
We must've been blind!

Aren't we then masochists
To seek solace in the fears we make?
Freezing in limbo tiny voices inside
That screamed hopes of a better future?

Have you ever woken up in the morning with a heart so heavy,
With a fear of rue, of time that slips?

Why, carry in all the songs we love,
Lyrics we subscribe to of break and bury,
Of lights that'll guide us home they say.
But often we're too scared to follow,
To remove blindfolds and simply trust,
The tugging inside before it breaks to bane.