Believe in yourself,
But soon, it changed itself
Into something out of this world.
How do I know,
What the theme is now,
What does it matter to me?
The verse is yours to hold,
To change, to manipulate, to use.
What do you want
To say to yourself,
Without telling yourself anything,
Without saying the wrong thing,
But saying all the wrong things,
All at the same time.
Is it my time to think?
No.
It is yours.
Are you thinking?
Start. Think.
What is the right thing to say?
That you should not hear from you,
But from you it must come,
For no one else can say it,
As painful as it may be.
The right thing,
The Truth,
An arrow that pierces your heart,
To make you bleed the red blood of realization,
Make you cry,
Sweet salty tears of resistance,
The arrow then induces patience,
Enforces endurance.
Be wise,
As the tip of the arrow
Tears your flesh open,
And with sharp pains,
Close your eyes
And reminisce.
Hush, love. It will be over soon.
Ah the pangs of decision making,
The joys?
Alas! No.
The pain,
May be more so.
Now remember the before,
Remember your feelings,
Are they there?
Yank the arrow out.
SCREAM!
SCREAM!
But hush and scream in delight,
Laugh the pain away.
Wipe the blood away with cotton.
Open your eyes,
Do you remember this place?
You were born here.
Throw yourself into the ocean,
Smell the sea breeze,
It slaps you across your face,
Feel the fish around you,
Swim and see the world.
Launch yourself into the air,
Look at your own body,
Are you happy?
A minute in the air,
A thousand years to pass.
Are you happy?
Dry yourself on land,
Throw yourself into the concrete jungle.
Have you decided?
No?
Time ticks life away,
Your hand on your face,
Your first wrinkle.
The theme has changed now,
Changed for the better,
But what is it now.
Take your time in the concrete jungle,
Ride the metal worm that runs all day,
Slip into a mundane life for a while.
Stare into the sun.
Fall in love with the sky,
Nothing else.
Look at me again,
Not like that.
This is your story,
You are writing it.
All over the place you scribble with crayons,
Color with paint.
All over the world,
Leave a mark.
The theme is having fun with your life now.
Retreat to a forest,
No, a mountain.
Have you come to a decision?
Time is ticking your skin away.
Your breath count diminishes.
It is time for you,
To know the truth.
A fickle thing.
The truth is,
You need you,
You are you,
Simple yet more than anything, complicated.
Have you decided?
Has the sea helped?
Has the concrete jungle helped?
Has the wheat helped?
Has the forest air helped you?
Run.
Run.
Run.
Sweat glory,
Sweat passion,
Sweat forgiveness.
Don't forget to love.
Don't
Forget
To
Live
Life.
Your life.
Your chapter.
Your novel.
Your mind.
You.
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