Blinded by the brightness of the distant horizon. Too bright to take, scared I might break.
Frozen in space, locked in this state
Of want vs need, torn til I bleed
my mental capacity lacks
stamina to feed the desire required for this track. Is that where I'm at? midway from was to will be? stuck in a never ending am, the perpetual dawn of a new day with the same story. I break here. I find my future in celebrating the strength of my present and building upon it to develop a launch pad capable of propelling me as far into the universe as I wish to be. My weakness is my strength. I embrace my momentum. I am my will be.