Life

Some may think that life is a highway

All we need to do is follow through.

Praying that we’ll be able to get there 

on time,

safe & sound, 

with all limbs intact.

Rummaging door-to-door.

As if all the mundane in between is part of the writing,

The faults,

feelings,

and frauds we’ll fall for.

As if it’s a road already paved,

By parents,

powerful forces,

and our every predecessor.

As if we can’t do anything about it

As if we are done for,

As if it is all a slight of hand that is part of His act,

Our all time Best Director for life's comedic horrors.

But, why not turn it into your own stage for a change?

Sound like a real cheese, but its execution be deemed deranged.

I mean, seriously, for real.

We often ignore this option to take over the wheel.

To turn our lives around, to a drive that’s yours to seal.

Hold the prayers you have dear in your heart as your appeal

Lyrics that pleads the multiverses your own deal.

Press it into action!

Steer yourself to chase after it,

aim for the kill.

Crumble down concrete walls, 

Crash & burn brighter than the sun we've knelled

Crawl on your knees for that extra run

-- later on you can always heal.

Eyes burn when you stare too long at the sun

Grow louder, stronger, and taller with us

To be able to reach for the skies - and eat it too.

That - is the kind of life you should lead.

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Daydreaming for a concept.

Trying to simplify the way I write for some.

First day of work with @suneatercoven

3rd February 2020

--- Wondering what life has brought upon my doorstep now.

Or, what life has brought upon theirs.