The Hardest Part
The hardest part is deciding to start,
whether mending a heart or a new piece of art.
Start as you may one time or two, it’s rare that things work out the first time
we choose. If you quit too soon, you’ll never know, what could have been of
your life if you decided to grow, in a world in which we all just chose to
consume.
You don't have a say in how you exit the womb or to whom, focus on that and
you’re doomed to the tomb, takes more than some luck to climb out of the
muck, half of the battle just learning when to not give a f*ck. When worldly
distractions always drag you amock, begging you to conspire with their evil
havoc, always wondering if you’re enough or if you’re doing too much.
