The wrong person fit into the body of the perfect one

Never pressing the right button on the console

I have the tools

I know the answer

The only words the come out are harsh, red

The soul of the wrong one

Thrashing, spiraling

Instincts pulling her out of the dark

This dread is poison

This aching heart

The whole world is in front of me

What if I mess this up

What if I mess us up

What if I mess her up

What if I get it wrong

The weight of the world is heavy like an elephant

Anxiety will pass

My rock will be planted

The world will smile

My heart will sing

I’m learning the controls and

My soul

Quite, calming, waiting