I rather

I rather walk the unfamiliar roads
And trip and fall
Then stroll through the familiar
Without a stumble
At all

I prefer to sketch a caring heart
Rather then sketch an icing heart
That may as well break
The tip of my pencil

I rather die alone in my sleep
Then have someone suffer
From a terrible tragedy

I prefer to wonder about my dreams
Whereas living it will ruin the moral meaning

At times
I tend to wish beyond belief
Without any thinking
Of those who wish that they could be me

Emotion to me
Is something I need
Feelings
Is what can endanger me

I rather open up deep
Rather then throw some lies
From other cheesy lines
This poem is based
On what I have become to be

And as I sit here and ponder
A developing question in mind
Do I have the strength within me
In order to succeed?