So what is your story?
What is the whirlpool that sucks your wind,
Leaving you empty and hollow?
What is the cloud that robs your sparkle?
What is your excuse?
You are afraid to fly
The risk of falling imprisons you
But never too weak to walk,
Because all those rocks love you, don't they?
Look at yourself,
An emptiness inside another
A drop of water reluctant to fall;
Doesn't want to be abolished by the Earth.
Unaware of how its destroyed essence
Will be the bearer of another.
Your failures have made you what you are.
Your failures have made you a success.
If the Sun chose not to shine,
To avoid the pain of burning,
You, not trying would not be the only persistent darkness.
If the trees refused to be carved,
For being a home to this Nature.
Your well-structured and furnished homelessness;
Wouldn't be the only thing this universe loathes.
Don't be so harsh on yourself; so as to say
"I can't do it"
Let your inhibitions be as big
As the worries of a happy soul.
If any living organism, with a pair of legs and arms,
An eye and a heart has done it.
Then so can you.
So don't deprive this world of your shine
In the fear of burns.
Don't be afraid to fall from great heights,
It is only your rebirth.
Whatever is stopping you,
Suck it up, and get to work.
Why can't you?