pick a path.
take a bath.
tell me what you see.
i know my future has been told.
but we can still act just as bold.
when i see you,
in my dreams,
i think happiness.
you didn’t bring me this.
or did you in your own way?
doesn’t seem like this was intentional on your end.
who can tell, though?
i am not perfect.
i make mistakes and learn from them like everyone else.
my effort and consistency have finally introduced themselves to me.
i like them alright.
they grow on me.
written by Corey M. Rose
Why Fire Burns 