How will you go out?
Some of us will ride off into the sunset on a horse, some of us will take the safe way and stay on course, some of us will get lost on our way, only to be found, some of us will turn into snow and fall softly on the ground. Some of us will grow real big wings and fly into the sky, some of us will stay on earth and ask ourselves why. The road is long but the trip is short, we've got to live in love, or something of the sort. One day we'll be judged like court, but the jurors are dimensional beings, masters of the tide, and we'll only get to transform if they see love in our eyes. So will you go out like a rocket? Will you float off like a ship? Will you travel the world with bright eyes and a busted lip? The world is yours and the world is mine, we're just on a journey through struggles, space and time.