BABY STEPS

The overwhelming instinct to tell you what I think

When the truth has twisted to where I can’t breathe

I painted my dreams on the white walls of insanity

My characters were birthed from my own fantasy

When will it happen? What should I imagine?

My teachers once told me I had too much passion

It’s important to know I wrote this all on my own

It’s been too long that me and my art are alone

I take baby steps down a directed path

I smile at the hopeful ideas that I pass

My biggest fear is that the feeling won’t last

Can you live without the memories of your past?

There’s a fire burning inside of me

Let’s take bets on what I can achieve