Flow
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
What do you do when you’re trapped, no more shortcuts, no more loopholes.
Do you face it straight up, or ignore it?
Is it waiting to burst out, or will it remain dormant?
No more excuses, it’s now or never.
You know it’s there, they knows it’s there.
Any preventions? Any reasons not to?
Fate overcomes all because when you know you know.
No holding back, you already have for so long.
You know it’s there, so why prolong the approach?
It’s inevitable…
You want to, but it’s the end of the process.
It’s been escalating, and for it to cease: you’re scared of the “after.”
You work your way up to this moment and then for it to be there:
it’s intimidating, frightening, inspiring.
You want more, but you need to take that first leap.
Cross the line, step over the boarder, enter the territory—it’s yours.
Cluelessness will not engulf you.
Everything will be natural from there out.
Everything will flow.
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