As the sun rises
so does my hope
(you’ll make it)
the warmth of the rays
the gentle touch of aspiration
peace at heart
(you’ll make it)
Surrounded by knee-high grass
the path uncorrupted as a newborn
but even with the dawn light, I can only see where my footfalls
surrounded by worn and true walkways
and I could walk them with comfort
(in chains)
but I have to go down this shadowed way; my way
(a voice says)
Careful steps or a wild sprint?
See the discovered or find the new?
Cower or stand up tall?
You live my life or I live it for myself?
As the sun sets
doubt rises
(hope sleeps)
the cold touch of the evening air
the harsh reminders of possible failures
no peace of mind
“Wake up”
“Get up”
“Fuck that”
“It’s going to be alright”
“You’re going to be fine”
You have to remind your slumbering hope
Learned Living 