Now in verse

A tickling hurt
that makes one cry through the smiles
Another life begins
as the last one lies

A freefall into the future
As the present stays behind
Groping through the darkness
Coming out to light

Swaying between What-Ifs and What-Could-bes
Hanging onto a loose end
Holding on for dear life

Was
Lost for direction
on a three-forked road
Lost for breath
in the deep end

But
Searching eyes spot tracks
Flaying arms discover surface
A tired mind
finds a bed
A restless heart
a place to stay