Running into a new point of view
When I was younger and I was mad
I was so stubborn, I would stay sad
I’d refuse to see the brighter side
And let my emotions control the ride
A rickety rocking roller coaster
That lost control as I got older
I’d scream, I’d yell, I’d scof, I’d pout
But I couldn’t get the anger out
My mood it slumped, I wanted to cry
I had to kiss this mindset goodbye
I laced up my sneakers and started to run
Not stopping until my body was done
This continued every day at the crack of dawn
Until I was finally able to run a half marathon
I shocked myself, I’m capable of more than I think
Why had I wasted my energy making such a stink?
There is no limit at all to what I could do
All I have to do is change my point of view
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