CREASE IN THE BLINDS

I put a crease in the blinds in search of some sign of life.
To see what might be possible, if only I’d give it a try
But I still get cagy, panic, and I back away.
Go back to bed and save it for another day.

I put a crease in the spine of a book that is bound for return
I flipped through the pages, but I’m not so sure what I’ve learned
That love’s not impossible, it comes in all sizes and shapes.
But I just don’t know, I don’t know if I have what it takes

But I’ll try to lower my guard
And I’ll try to let love it,
But it’s so hard to override everything.

I feel a pressure inside for ways to define
To explain the unexplainable, the mysteries and myths of my life
But nothing is final, set in stone, not black and what
A feeling, momentum, courage and will to survive.

But I’ll try to lower my guard
And I’ll try to let love it,
But it’s so hard to override everything.

I put a crease in the blinds, but I still haven’t found what I’m looking
What if I open the window, what if I step out the door?