Trapped is society in this false realm of Elysium—this superficial state of temporary ecstasy. 
a beautiful dance of pain and pleasure. 
This simple cadence between anything mores or nothing lessers 

A sea of whys? And rivers of maybe one days 

thin lines of love so much so that one mistake from either side and cupids taking that arrow back…
Sucked into the illusion of chasing everything and being satisfied with nothing are you not tired???
 The real challenge is within yet we do everything to escape that inner truth—doused In the ambiance of false idols 

we strive so hard to be everything but who we really are. We wallow in the muck of acceptance from others—we__bleed just to get noticed we__ dance on the emotions of ourselves and of anyone in our path

 toss around trust like we do the word love and when shit gets hard, quick to fly away like a dove 

and with each lie we tell ourselves slowly building a cavern in the cavity of our chest where the beating doesn’t rest where we feel stress feel solemn feel weak feel depressed—— but I have good news for you

 You are enough 

you are a beacon of hope in this tunnel of darkness

 a shining star dwelling in the ether of the cosmos__ no…we aren’t here by accident but does that mean we must have a purpose?

so live for now as if it were your last days 
bask in the moment 
allow yourself to smile upon everyones gaze
as we take this waltz through life understand 
this is only a phase 

trust me you’ve just begun 
but ironically
 only time will tell the future of what your past webs have spun 
you decide if you’re going to create your heaven or hell 
-So-
When shit gets hard just play the cards you were dealt