At the brim of intake for being schooled.
At the cusp of accepting death for nirvana.
At the mercy of freewill to make life beautiful.
My energy and it's constant tussle with everyday mundaneness.
My fears and their window to complete awareness.
My disturbed disposition and its burden on my loved ones.
A compulsion to live up the present.
A tone to set things free.
A desire to write my own destiny.
That relative truth is an useful lie.
That truthfulness in a relationship is subjective.
That truth, if it could exist objectively, is only in my heart.
Never yielding to the scars of my life.
Never losing the assumptions about the simple nature of right and wrong.
Never giving up on the purpose of my life.
I will dive in never coming up for air.
I will survive never giving in to feel.
I will wait forever searching for myself.