This is a tribute to the man
who believed in me and told me,
"Fly. Spread your injured wings. I wanna see you
F##king soar!"*

I've woke up everyday dreading life as it ignored me
seeing the different views and points I realized living is scary.
I've thought of giving up not once,
but twice or more sounds like it
but I never gave in to the sleep I was promised
I fought it like I was crazy.

I thought I'd get high for once and stay at home relaxing
sleeping through the pills I entered the world of virtual living.
But that wasn't enough to rid me of Earth
the core hauled me back into reality.
My mind ceased to think
and my thoughts, they turned into veggies.

But thank you, sir, for the fuel I'm ready to go
for once in a lifetime now I surely know
where to go from here, the direction to face
no matter the consequence that lies in place
I've learned to follow the calling of my heart
ignoring the cries of the world when I depart.

The journey is the struggle between two realities
finding what to bring, what to leave behind, that is my identity.
The puzzles that fit will find their way
to fill in the road that isn't my escape
but rather to help me along the journey to Destiny.
But just like Cinderella's shoe
if it don't fit, it's not for me.
This is my world now.