Had a conversation with myself last night
as I laid out on my purple mat
In darkness, candle lit
I had my rocks, leaf and bird feather next to me
I was mapping out my destiny
I’m in need of a change, desperately
In my head I was running through a dark path
Jumping bridges, climbing rope
An ounce of hope
All alone
and in that moment it became clear
Isn’t it obvious?
I have nothing to fear
