with my last foot out of the past
i truely begin to walk, no run to my future
its blank and i have the brush
i will paint as i please with no restrictions
let my body sway in the wind
and watch in awe as my hand paints the future i always wanted
the past is past and what will last will last
enjoy the low even with it slow it will help you grow
through each pain there is something to gain
sad through all the while in the end you find your smile
no matter where on the path, its not the end so remember to laugh
there is nothing above, that feeling of love.
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