it’s never too late to take the wheel,
steal your life back from the grips of fate.
learn to hate the concept which is fate.
you control what you do and where you’ll go,
circumstances may make that progression slow.
but no matter what happens you have to know,
the garden within your soul needs to grow.
life goes on and so will you.
just because it’s blue right now does not mean it will always be.
if you could only see the potential bunched up inside,
you could finally have a sense of pride.
all of the tears you’ve cried will wash away when you tell yourself it’s time.
recovery is the perfect crime and you’re ready to commit it.