(no subject)
decisions were never my first love
there's paper tacked up all over my mirror
from lists when i was feeling idealistic
when i aspired to reach great heights
the tragedy is i know i can
there's no doubt attempting to stop me.
no outside lantern could blind me now
it's just getting my two feet planted on the ground
once i stand, i'll grab a ray of sunlight and ride on it
[ around the globe ]
eventually, i'll come home
then could i be satisfied?
when all my dreams have bloomed
been harvested in a bouquet?
but they are endless and the cycle doenst stop
slow down wind, slow down rain
slow down sun, so i can catch a ray
carry me to great heights
so i can chase my dreams.
-- true story.
.happy christmas--