What's To Be

It is what it is and was what it was, I tell myself this just because

What to be I'll come to see, what's said and done I must break free

I choose to rise and not to fall, to stand up straight and not to crawl

I choose to float and not to sink, to stay wide-eyed and not to blink

I choose to move and not be still, to ride the wave and feel the thrill

I choose to fight and not to flee, to take on what's in front of me

I choose to live and not to die, to know for sure and 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘺