Rise Above
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Time after time again I find myself looking for satisfaction in others.
I ask myself is this really what this is all about, is this really how I want to live for the rest of my life?
Power courses through their veins.
Their minds hold a seemingly never ending flow of knowledge.
Their future is fluid,
Free to change and morph into any form they desire.
They are the modern day myth.
Don't just think,
Believe in it and make it happen.
Don't just dream,
Work hard and make it happen.
Dare to be yourself,
Let others follow what they do, but you,
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
Coming back from the dead was always a terrifying experience for me. I hated it almost as much as the dying.
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams,
From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales
And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
Today I’m different then yesterday,
Today I can see a little bit more of the world,
I can feel other people’s stories, almost like I’m living it in through their eyes,
crescents
digging in my palms
crimson on porcelain
buzzing in my ears
buzzing all around
burning in my eyes
screaming in my head
copper on my tongue
fire in my throat
