This feeling in my gut, the butterflies,
The tunnels that concave and shake
The soft skin of my stomach, shuddering
And the tightness in my chest that holds me whole

And those sacks, filled with air, exhaled out
Tired from their own deep breaths, they still
Shallow they turn, the basin filled with my reflection
Those lungs of mine, the giver of life
The taker of mine

I don’t think anxiety can be explained,
But isn’t this feeling simply a chemical reaction?
Drowning me in its taste, I beg for another chance
Winding back time isn’t as easy as you think

And yet I step up to the challenge, and the lights
scald my sensitive skin
Sunburnt, starburnt, I face
Their gazes head on, and alone,
I heard the thud thud, shhh shhh,
The pounding of it on the floor, I let go
And I let myself move,
Oh won’t I let myself move

The pain of the renaissance man
(me, the renaissance woman)
Is the inability to experience everything, all at once
Two lifetime’s too short

I wish I could touch the stars
Reach the top of every industry
Climb the mountain of sports
Be the best that’s ever been

No, don’t tell me it’s not possible

Forever an artist, a source
Created in your image
Creator

Show them fervor, show them fire
Until they finally understand
Get good if that’s what it takes
Get good to show yourself you have what it takes

Once you reach the ceiling, it breaks
A million shards cutting skin
Your outstretched hand bleeding
(glass all along)

Fragile and transparent, it reveals
How far you still have left to go

Do you have what it takes?