I live in a world that dreams.
I live in a world that fights.
I live in a world that doesn’t always know the meaning of life.
Life that lets you breathe the air of who you came from.
Every leaf falls through the sunlight, hugging the twists and turns to the ground.
The ground, giving you permission to live, only cries and cries that you have more to give.
Give it a reason to say thank you for feeling the tug of your shoes.
Give it a reason to say you’ve got nothing to lose.
Let it go on the way it was meant to be.
It is meant to crumble and fall, feeling open and free.
To grow back to where it prospers and flees.
The meaning of life isn’t meant for a dictionary, but rather an imagination.
One that knows that there is more to see than your idea of proper isolation.