Second Thought(s)

Clinging to the budging branches
I’m weeping about my current state
But I’d rather be stuck in this tree
Than hanging from it

I couldn’t fall back asleep
Hating that what I hate
Was what brought me to my feet
Daddy turned out alright and I may

The thought following the first
Was the one that changed my mind
She reassured me so eloquently
There was nothing chasing me after all
  rather me chasing me

Damn… Fucking epiphanies, man