I would like to believe
That my future is not solidified
That who I will be one day
Won’t be hurt due to my pride

I can only hope
That change will come
And I’ll no longer be so frozen
Under life’s shoe stuck in it’s old gum

Maybe the actions I make now
Won’t be damning to what I could be
Since right now all it seems I’m doing
Is breaking in a situation made by me

If not then I guess
I’ll learn to take it in stride
For I’ve lasted this long
Even though it hasn’t been the easiest ride

If there truely isn’t
A calm after my storm
I’ll have no other choice
But to make its winds my norm

-tw

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