Driving, striving, just Trying
to be more in this life than just Dying.

Tripping, slipping, stumbling then climbing
Back up again can be so humbling.

Crying, and piling the sighing,
To unleash the freedom of the I and I lion.

Stealing the feeling of healing
All we are is a soul full of being.

Celebrate the joy of life in every day struggles and strife
Look back and ponder the pages of the past.
Keep looking forward to the bubble of dreams

Writing down ideas will open our minds and someday free us
Catch the moment through guts and feelings

Watch your head crashing through the ceiling.
See believing scraping through for some true meaning