The guys lately been trying to tell me
To better who I am increase my productivity
I ask him how he got this way
How'd he work it out so easily
He's getting up in age, I trust him
He says "I didn't want to be a product of my environment
I didn't let my parents abuse destroy
I take the good with the bad and
Am grateful for every day I wake up alive."
He's getting up there in age so I trust him.

Me I revel in the pain
I'm more frustrated by the day to day but
My misery feels like a warm murky bath
It covers my skin and sinks right in changing my DNA,
Embraces the demon I'm becoming

writing
is like a secret hiding place:
hidden, precious,
and all yours

those words are yours
they pour from your heart
onto the paper you choose,
they can be erased or shared
and when they are seen,
you touch someone else's heart full of words

Now I know, that feelings change their form same as the dreams change their course.
But dreams are the ones that makes you Alive and beliefs are the ones that makes you succeed.
Now I know, that every day counts and every action i make gets me closer to what I wanna and what I'm destined to become.
Now I know, that life is like a river, it has it's own flow, it goes all the way around and starts again.
It feeds the plants and plants feeds the animals,
and animals feeds the Humans, and humans feeds the Earth the moment they die,
and the Earth makes Universe grow, and Universe sets the rain that makes this space to  blossom. This space between You and Me.
And river starts to flow and makes us closer.
We chrush into each other, like atoms that makes molecules, and molecules creates notion that sounds like the birds and feels like the Sun shred its rays on your chest.
It all comes to you and it all comes to me.
'cause all of this is just for You as much as it is for me, We just have to believe.
I believe and I'm asking You to believe too.