When you start you've got questions
What is the end you have in sight?
Do you cling stubbornly to dreams or
Watch them when they leave like birds,
Free as the wind and vibrant and alive
But they're gone from your cage
Never to be seen again
From the start you want to keep hold
You want to be here, you want to be big
You want to be great, you want to be real
In your attempts to stubbornly cling
And it is a natural progression
Similar to the way night becomes day
You stop seeing
You stop hearing
Are you truly even breathing?
You silence the outside
Keeping yourself within
But People love you
People support you
People believe you can
Because you can.
And so you do.