I find myself lacking any drive to be great as my only ambition is to enjoy the day. To love and laugh and understand, to learn and feel and hold someone’s hand. I want everyday to be just like today and yesterday and any other day where my thoughts worried not about money and fame, or whether I’d eat or get the bills paid. I want every day to be new and exciting with moments between for quiet reflection. I want to bask in your subdued perfection, I want to know your thoughts, your dreams, your vision. I want to talk about everything that’s real, about everything we hide due to subconscious fear. I want to embrace my life as if today were the last, the last moment alive, the very last chance. I don’t want to worry about what tommorow will bring, I don’t want to waste time hiding from pain, I want to let it all go and do it again because life is so short when you live for today. I could plan and scheme for what the future might bring, I might choose to embrace an impossible dream, all the while loosing sight of where I am, who I am and what it all means. I could refuse to grow up and refuse to grow old, I could refuse everything I’ve ever been told, because that’s not me, no it never was, because that’s not me and it never will be. I want to embrace today without fear, without sadness or tears because theres a time and a place for everything but I don’t have time today for feeling that way. Maybe tommorow if it all falls apart, I’ll take the time to bleed my heart and then jump back up and look life in the eyes and say not today motherfucker, tommorow I’ll cry.