I’ve been stuck on the weather, of whether or not I can. I’ve borne through my center to ensure last time was the last time. Tried to think, tried to hard, tried to see everything I couldn’t visualize. Well, now you’re pain is etched right into me. I know there’s where I draw my strength now.
As the clouds pass, I wonder where they’ve been and where they’re going but we all know the cages we’re locked in has the keys inside them. But I don’t try to unlock them.
I used to look at the people and think they acted all the same. But the older me knows that they work twice as hard to get half the gains. Well, I don’t know where I fall but I’m starting to recall all the time I spend in here.
As years goes by, I wonder who I’ve been and who I’m gonna be but if pursuing goals means letting go of who I’ve always been - then my id won’t die. As time goes by, it’ll get stronger.