Conditions

What if my legs buckle under the weight? What if all my mantras get caught in mistakes? What if hate replaces the faith I ingrained Into the letters of my face and the shape of my name? Can a soaking phoenix fly in a frozen sky? Is my altitude too high to look me in the eye? When I cry, am I closer to the owner of my mind Or only getting over what I'm leaving behind? I search for signs, learn through lies Purge my knotted vines till the dirt appears to shine 'Cause I am limited, but the world is infinite And while I'm in it, I long for the chance to have a sip of it I grip to feelings till I'm sick with fear bereavement Wish my grit brought on achievements But it only keeps me bleeding And pleading and needing I'm dreaming to find some sort of relief Some kind of season of peace So I no longer feel weak And start unlocking some keys