to take sail
with no map or compass
to let the winds of fortune
carry you to distant shores
is more courageous than
he who plans and plots
his destination

the primal spirit
exists in all of us
our coding makes it so
the hunter of past
lives inside you
do not forget
your power

when they insult you
smile back
when they hurt you
smile back
they don’t matter
you matter
so smile back
you will show them all
what you are made of

we learn through
iteration and repetition
repetition hones your craft
iteration grows your craft

our fantastical future 
full of promise and joy
where dreams become reality 
where we go to die

there are days
gray monotone days
when i feel nothing
i want nothing
i love nothing
i hate nothing
i am nothing
my mind floats
between dream and reality
a foggy purgatory
of nothingness
this scares me
more than suffering

mothers and fathers
do not wish
upon your children
a life free of pain
that would be impossible
rather wish upon them
strength and learning
from the pain in life