Falling
Falling
Falling
Until you hit rock bottom
From the bottom
You will see
A light beckoning to thee
Whispering on a breeze
Be what you were meant to be
You have the choice
To risk the perilous climb
Or sit in the filth that is rock bottom
Booze, drugs, and money wont win you what you desire most
Just know your body is not a host
To be inhabited by what society tells you to be
You are free
To choose
To love
To desire
To grieve
We are all made of the things we allow
Do not allow the materials and minds of others
Determine your passions and your future
You are the master weaver of your life
So it up to you
To decide
