No one is watching the little things anymore.
This is your life.
These are your choices.
No one is going to hold your hand all the way through,
No one is going to tell you how to spend your time
And if they do, it won’t make a difference.Even if they try convincing or persuading you in different directions because at the end of the day, you’re holding the torch.
You light the fire.
You run the show.
You are in complete and total control.
You’re the only one that is going to be there for your last days, last moment, last breath
And you when you leave this forsaken place,
And you go where those who leave, leave
Will you be satisfied with how you spent your time?
I say your time because that’s who it belongs to.
I am twenty-two years old.
If I live to be a hundred, I have only really completed one-fifth of my life.
I have four more fifths to go.
So what if I have made mistakes?
My mistakes aren’t me.
We are what we are
And we are art.
Abstract and dynamic
A never-ending canvas,
Our choices: the strokes
The colors: our image.
Depiction: our legacy.