The First Step Testo

The first step starts deep inside of me. I got to recognize the fear that I might lose the balance I‘ve accepted however sought in vain. I’m not claiming righteousness or intellect. I only hope that we can find some inspiration from the ones taking back the streets. When the lights go out and you’re laid to rest will you be safe to say you breathed a single breath of air not filled with empty words akin to negativity because it enslaves. Don’t’ keep telling me I’m not equipped to speak how the fuck I want. I express by my own means. I thought I said this all before? There’s bigger things than you and me. I don’t pretend that I can see. I express myself by any way I fucking please. The misguided lines that no one will hear or feel drown beneath an undertow. Our whole hearts remain not lost in the grave and sad state that we have all endorsed. The message is lost but somehow we spit them out without a thought. I wonder how we can say we care. The next step takes more getting used to. Tie a string around our finger. Shake the feeling of being wide asleep and as the sedation wears you can breathe.