What happens if the wind blows a little too hard,
and you fall over the edge of this cliff you’ve standing on
darling doll, face painted on
you’ll never budge unless you’re told to move
Porcelain, trapped behind plastic
wishing for the day you can break free
the ocean’s calling us
the ocean’s pulling us
driving to the edge where nothing
can reach us.
What is your passion? Whatever it is– I urge you to go for it. You have to work for your happiness– you cannot sit idly by waiting for the moment to happen to you. Don’t be afraid. Drive to the edge of your own fear, and find your happiness.