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*It doesn't matter who you used to be;
What matters is who you decide to be today.
You are not your mistakes.
You are not your mishaps.
You are not your past.
You are not your wounds.
You can decide differently today and at every moment.
You are offered a new opportunity
With each breath to think, choose, decide and
act differently that supports you.
You are not less than.
You are enough.

If you could hear me
This is a story of love
In a world full of hatred
This couple saw enough

My friend
If you could loose hope
What's there to gain?
You could have strived
A little bit to get something
To see if your life matters
As everyone else

The couple left their homes
Eloped to a farther place
And made up their new life
New faces to hope good
Spread love and joy around

Wish you were with me

(Do not let yourself down)

To our fears we could easily succumb
Or try our hardest them to overcome;
Choose to let them rule us and stagnate
Or use them to ourselves motivate.
For when we overcome our fears only
Can we be all we could possibly be.

This life is a dream that has no end, beginning
With all of the loss I've had, somehow I'm winning
I stood at the station waiting for your footsteps
But somehow I found myself on a moving doorstep

Heading out west, it had seemed the only answer
The story my mind told was that I am a chancer
I stepped off the ledge that had long been the steepest hell
Shedding the skin of my past like an empty shell

I can't go farther when I've now gone all the way
So, I guess that I'll stay.

The words that I wanted from you back when it mattered
Come spilling from your mouth to me now where they shatter
The irony is; there's no bliss or a kiss they deserve
I cant feel the pain, there's no drain from the break that I've cured

When I turned my back and left you fading in the distance
I failed to make space with the time leading up to this instant
I laugh to myself as it seems we were always here
The one difference now is that I could not lesser care

The world keeps on spinning, but I'm stuck in some old place
It circles around as I stare into Karma's face.
No need to fear counting years, as if time is a race
There's no out of bounds, lost or found, like a cloud up in space

I'll see it again, theres no end, rounds the bend in full circle

Freedom is walking barefoot
In the morning drizzle
Taking a leak while at it
Purging your mind of all its cares

Freedom is taking a stroll
On a bright moon day
Imagining you're the brightest star
On which men make their wishes

Time, as it's measured, within lengths in-between
Wondering things.
Like "How much can i see?"

          "I think too much."
       "Stop trying so hard."

Confusion, insight.
Am i done with this chore?

For every thought we have thought,
More time has been measured.
And all the measurements passed,
Moving on, never tethered.

Every new idea, arriving in this sea of perception,
Adds more and more still,
And no limit is given.

Each seed sprouts more.
Hundreds it seems,
In pursuit, never ending


On eternity's wing.

Let the cage be rattled,
the foundation be crushed,
who else has had enough?

Enough of the dull life.
Enough of being wrong or right.
Enough of the ungrateful like.

Boundaries stop us because we bound our selves .
Limited by limitation on self approval and glory.
Souls bathed in ****** glory

Come fight for your life as you want
Wounder and wander letting fools squander
But never have enough.