Running on the bones of broken promises,
Crossing the vast land of lies,
Wading into the ocean of tears,
Flying in the stomach of worries,
Marching for days with defeat,
Yelling at doubt in echoing caves,
Floating on toil and soil of others,
And falling into the endless pit of thoughts,
These are the trips you take while alive,
Using others, others using you.
Defeat and hard work, love and pain.
These are what make you, and you are what makes others.
Remember when things feel hard, to just look back on those journeys and use the wounds
to make a better person today then what was yesterday.