My Life I hold and follow....(Draft #1)

Looking at this paper seeing words appear
Is this magic?
Or is that really my hand moving?
Is this magic?
Or is that my paper playing a movie?
Is this magic?
Or is that my eyes hallucinating?

This my life
What is life?
The way I just I see it
It’s just a word we give meaning to
It what happens inside of us
And what happens outside of us
Life has given us abilities
For opportunities
That creates our identities
For our movies we all live in
It is a real shame most of us fuck it up
Well others thrive and try to make the world
A place we actually want to live in …

Ever since our first breath
Life put us in mazes
And gave us to time
Time has been pushing us to get by each day
As we watch time do its work on the clock
We are in different movies in our mazes
Time as made us grow and developed inside and out
Depending on the movie we lived and are living
One thing for sure is
We are not that same little clueless thing
That can’t even understand these words
Or the concept of life
We live or life around us

We all had visions in our dreams
Of what life would be like now
That didn't come out the way we thought would
The truth?
Life is simply a game of dice
You can’t predict it
But you can lead it to the right direction
So your life is less of a mystery
To give yourself the ticket to successful victory
In this time
In this life
My dreams will lend me
To the right direction to reality
There are no chains holding me back
My strength will move me up
To my far horizon
That reaches the stars
To galaxies unknown
Where anything is possible

No laws of nature
No laws of society
Can stop me from reaching my dreams
Even when my dreams turn into nightmares
Cause one day I know
With True constant responsible dedication
That never gives up on me
My dreams will turn in to reality

I'm not saying flying to you galaxy
Will be 123
No I’m saying your wings will burn
until they are ashes
Over and over
Creating new wings
That is tough enough
To reach the next level of life

The thing that petrifies me is
Will I pass the test?
Will my wing be able to still fly?
When they are gone?
Will I stay alone in the shadows of the dark when the lights go off?
Will my shadows eat me up and make me forget day is coming?
Or Will I remember there is light in the dark?
And let my wings grow
Continue to fly to my dreams
Of being The Whisperer as a career

This terrifies me
‘Cause she is not just a hobby
She is part of me..
You’re seeing her speak right now.
But she has to be Alexia most of the time
To bring out the Whisperer
For now she calls herself Artist In Training
Will she ever stop… unlikely…
Even how much she grows in and out
She’s not.

One thing for sure she can’t let her go
Cause she is life
Music is life
Art is life
Without it?
Her will turn in to ashes, and stay that way…
She be in the dark forever
With shadows hunting her
And will be unable to fly to the next day.
Why?....Because she is what keeps me sane….
When I'm going Insane...