Faith

This broken triangle rings out loud every problem buried in me.
While you keep on moving forward to stop just short of we.
It's my impatience, my short wavelength, my dive into the abyss.
Where what light I have left dies and remind me what's amiss.
An angel raised me from drowning deep below, towards the burning sun.
This faith is melting away the wax that held me down by the ton.
But the closer I get to the treasure that I reach for in the sky,
the more I'm reminded that those chains were just part of my own lie.
If I can't float, if I can't fly, then what's the point of living high.
Pulled along by someone else,
who's strength I wish was mine.
My situation and it's inflation shows me the biggest fault is time.
Putting blame on a balloon and flame that I'm steering towards the line, where blurred vision and each decision makes me wish it was you and I.

Author's Note

This one has some forced wordplay that impliments someone's name into some lines.