Walk with me,

I can feel the embrace from the universe

Tantalizing tragedies in front of me

Walking down this path

I don’t even know what to believe

Walk with me,

As life holds a vice grip around my neck

I can still breathe as free as a tree

Struggling to grow

No matter where I go

Walk with me,

Life is a barren road

We are the artists; constructors of existence  

Each stroke of a brush holds infinite possibilities

As the pen writes, I continue

Walk with me