When the world calls you crazy
When your feet is walking to amazing
When your heart stops just breath
When your hands are in heat
And you write more then you what you think
When your pen cant seem to sleep
When the pages embrace your thumb
And your life becomes good things...

Whatever floats your boat,
No I sinked a lot of times and notice
I was meant to breath in the deep.
This time I will float up and see greatness one of theses days