Go On

Ignite that fire,

Ignite that burn,

Let that desire churn,

Don't suppress it, to fit into the societal norm,

Cause you know better than anyone else what makes you hum,

It's the thirst, it's the lust,

For your dreams,

The hard work put into creating the masterpiece:

That is you.

You've worked hard,

You received the fruits,

Now rest little bird, rest,

Let your wings recharge,

Let them recover,

So that when you get up again,

You can spread those wide,

And soar through the sky.