The new that I wanna experience has yet to begun.
Vibrant expressions of raw ideas and ventures are booming through my temples.
My soul is renewed as a novel momentum takes over me,
making me look towards a horizon brand new.
This feeling is as fresh as morning dew.
What will become of the old me?
What will become of this has-been shell of familiarity?
I can no longer be a prisoner of scared.
This is not my conventional method of living.
But as I look at this unique path ahead,
fear bolts and flees.
There’s no more room for uncertainty.
I’m climbing out on my limb,
longing to taste the strange fruit of living,
the fruit of life that grows on the stem of ****** territory.
I’m fearless.
I have to be courageous.
I am now my own savior, freeing me from a prison of my inner coward,
as a dauntless self becomes MYself.
I’m alone, but sure.
And I’m now too gutsy to endure
such mediocre living.
I must be brave.
I have to grab this life by the horns
And hang on for the ride.
This is strange, yet familiar.
And I feel like I belong.
I’ve been living but yet to be born.
Now I’m finally alive,
Finally embracing the joy of my new.