Pressing on. Refusing to give in. Fighting the urge to became standardized, and realizing that fighting back is the only way to end my problems. If I was born to run, now is time to act like it.
Freedom
Sleep begins to overtake me, Eyelids growing weak. Few moments of far reflections Rush for one to see. Through the night’s temptations Of quiet slumber’s eve. I merely wish of two things for you. Stay beautiful. Stay free.
