There are these very few haunting times in your life where you look directly into someone’s soul simply by touching something they’ve shaped with their hands, and not necessarily in a literal signification …but in every implication above and beyond that…
Whether it’s through writing or sculpting, drawing or singing…anything.
And up till now I’d never come across a piece anyone’s spirit that resembled mine,
But then I came across a girl whom I don’t know…
But believes in an individual’s ability to change the world,
To conquer what’s gone wrong; if wrong can be a word for it…
And in unreserved desperation, flails her arms out for a hand to grasp in similarity of the same sight…
And I want to say: I understand.
And I want say that I full heartedly believe that: maybe you can’t shift the world’s axis, but the true test of a succeeded life is that one always tries their hardest, thus doesn’t flinch at the enormity of the situation we’re in, or its setbacks, but dives in face first despite the consequences of them.
Out of force of character, out of vigor of will, out of hope and ambitions not laid to waste on someone’s lack of faith, on someone else’s apathy.
Don’t you see; nothing is a failure granted you’ve exercised all in your capability to achieve whatever it is which you’re striving for.
It’s God testing you:
It’s all at your feet why won’t you reach? Are you numbed by the fear of falling on your face?
There are so many things I’d love to say
But silence derails me
In a temporary state of dishonesty
Instead of acknowledging her predicament I’ve walked
Maybe it’s a lesson better taught by time
Than a woman who still insists on taking on the world’s shortcoming alone,
While still cracking away at the mind-set left by its bitterness.