Have you ever looked into the unknown and swore you saw the past?
Were your eyes screaming “Déjà vu,” as the world ranked you in last?
Your knees, as did mine, did they bruise from being knocked down once more after the last time?
Let’s check this: How is your voice?
Lost from screaming or simply fading into everyone else’s life noise?
Did you write a battle cry or settle to live a mediocre life just in time to die?
What happened to your ideals?
Were you holding them in open, unsure hands when paid a visit from the one who steals?
Did you sell your dreams to the highest bidder?
Or instead did you sit back idly and let your unfinished work fictionally “simmer”?
Could you pick yourself up and find your inner fire?
Can I dare you to put one more match on your heart’s desire?
Would you say it is possible?
Could the unimaginable become attainable?
Really though, could myth meet mankind and thrive under the hand of the Divine?
Could you reach higher and climb the beanstalk to slay the liar?
Time is precious and warriors are few.
I’d risk my life for the good, but can I count on you?
Dragging one along to their own destiny isn’t an option in this life.
I’m sorry but I cannot always shield you from pain, anguish and strife.
With my hand over my heart I will promise you this:
When you finally connect to the conqueror within, there will be guaranteed a reclaiming wind.
Get high, stand on a box if that helps you.
Can’t you see there is so much in the atmosphere for us to do?
The impossible is bating us.
We cannot afford to lose our focus.
Are you in? Or should I count you out?
Begging to be immortal isn’t what each day is about.