- guts
Buried in my heart I lie awake and dream of the endless possibilities. I manage to c atch my breath and go for it. Taking apart everything that's holding me down. Finally I make a point and pick a new direction. But is this what it feels like? Finding out that I've got the guts to say anything. That I'm not one of those fake people walking around when they were better death? It feels like breaking out, when I can give up my reputation, be bold enough to fall flat on my face but keeping in mind that I walk as they crawl. People are such a waste of time, it's better be counting opportunities and be thankful for the gravity that's holding me down, make a point to find a resolution , to be my own solution!