My thoughts lead to
Canyons filled with doubts.
The doubts ate away at those sandstone walls
And dug a canyon so deep that
Someone could aspire to cross it on a high wire.
So here I am now, at the bottom of the canyon
Figuring out what life is supposed to be….
But do we ever really get to dictate what our life should be, or does life have another thing in mind for us?
I’ll scale these walls,
Smash my doubts
Try to succeed
Brush the dust off myself,
Because this isn’t the path
I originally dreamed of being on.
It’s led me down dead ends,
And a lot of unknowns.
But I’ve made it, alright, until now.