I succeed today.
At least that is what I think.
I made the grade that some say was not possible.
I took the leap that faith told me was okay.
Then why do I not feel okay?
Why is my heart and mind not the same?
Which one do I choose?
The one that is always true, or the one that makes me sing the blues.
I cannot not pick so I will let them sit.
In the stench that has become me.
Misconception 