Taping down scissors and pencils
The doors shut
The doors locked
I'm getting ready for whats to come.
The inevitable revelation and disruption
That moment in time where seconds are hours
Hours are eternities.
The moment when it all falls apart.
The moment when it all comes crashing down

Its raining again. Just like before
Not that its heavier or lighter.
The smell still smells like a city
The thing that makes is like last time
The feeling that I'm alone.
That feeling that even though I'm surrounded.
The rain reminds me how no one listens

We don't know where we are going to land
Whose arms we find ourselves in
When the fuse finishes with a puff of smoke
It's not over.
This is the best part of it
Whose arms we find ourselves in.
Brace for impact
Be ready
Catch the broken pieces we can't hold together

I learned to ride a bike today.
Eighteen years old.
Little late I know.
But you know what they say.
Better late than never.
Once again, kinda *****.
You weren't there for this one either

I know no reason to stand still
No reason to sit down
excellence is never a matter of patience
Rather, initiative is the mother to excellence
Its father being practice
So I must practice each day
Never sit still
Never sit down
When life is your goal
Excellence is never a matter of patience

To cry at the right moments
To be strong at the other ones
To lift others up
To never tear them down
To protect your loved ones
Ready to give your life for your cause
Ready to lay down the law
Ready to stand up for whats right
Being able to tell your kid no
Being able to once in a while say yes
Be honest, kind, and willing
That your tongue should be used for jokes
To tell the truth
And to always tell the ones you love
"I love you"

The fact is, you'll die
You'll die maybe never knowing true love
Never completing anything of value
Scaring yourself to only be half of what you are
On the off chance you do become yourself
That's what it means to be human