I always seem to convince myself that my resources are tapped.
I always know I am great
I just believe I am empty.
I often find the courage,
it’s the confidence that seems to hide.
So, I tend to do what’s necessary…
trust in the simple fact
that life just keeps on going…
it’s been here before
it will be here after
one step in front of the other
when eventually, moments arise
moments when I am out of body
moments when I am away from home
far from my country
wandering strange mountains trying to befriend strange people
I force myself, daily, moment by moment,
to bring my feet to the edge of the highest mountains.
I challenge everyone I meet to try to capture me.
I mock them, I mock you
and push them, and push you
and force them, and force you, to chase me to that edge
because I am not a soul who can succeed through complacency.
I look back at them, back at you,
and choose within life or death circumstances.
I am never forced by society, by you
I dare them, I dare you, to try to make me conform.
I position myself to die or fly by choice
I want them, I want you, to always try to overtake me
to catch me
because I know I will always jump.
I’d rather die as who I want to be
than be mauled by traditionalism.
Moment by moment, in my life,
I always seem to convince myself I am empty,
until I throw myself off the cliff
and I begin falling.
It’s then when those wings sprout again
and I just fly to that next mountain.