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MOTIVATION

Walking with my eyes closed
Walking with my hands open
Walking with a warm heart
Walking on the bridge broken
Stumble upon some pebbles
"Stop "they said but I will go
Brushing through the thorns
With my red hands but I will still go.

 Brushing past the venomous vine
Covered in the stinky mosses
Scraping my knees beside the pine
Paying no heed to my losses
"You can't" they said but I will go
Strings of attachments holding me back
Slowing my pace but I will still go.
Ripping open the unknown path
Thickly covered with twigs and traps
Giving no thought to the aftermath
Packing my wounds with wraps
"You'll fail"they said but I will go
Tearing apart the ropes of restrain
Making me insane but I will still go.
Traversing the unknown and unseen
Fearing nothing beneath the glass bridge
The desire to unravel seems too keen
The path now appears clear with no crease
"You'll die"they said but I will go
With Society wearing its mask
Chains clinging but I will still go.
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