the world can grow dark when we are weary

and the candle can seem so dim when we won't struggle to see anymore

and that fear that keeps you in your box tighltly locked

its isnt real. well, not all of it anyway

and when you stop and find yourself in a moment

choose what that moment will be

own it  form it control it. and the next one and the next

wear yourself a groove to safely traverse you way like a ****** in a dam

break those old habbits record over those old tapes

find new doors or build them and push through in every way

leave behind those that think they own your rights

walk away never looking back.

if they want you they will come find you

fill your heart with a mission

look around and find your passion

be bold

be brave

and never regret the steps you take on your way to your grave

only the ones that you didnt take

because no passion ever lived there.