|"You see a mouse trap – I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge"|
Words of a underated lyrical genius.
These words are currently my life, and how it’s heading. When everyone is doubting me, when i’m doubting myself, I grab these opportunities that come my way. You know why? Fuck it, take the risks, see what the outcome is , and even if it’s not what you expect?, stand up and do something more. Something will always come along.
Get up on your feet, and walk.
and even if you can’t do this, write your words on a piece of paper, set your past on fire, and feel free.
|I'm in Edinburgh, I don't want to leave and go back to drama. |
|My mind, a blank canvas, sitting on the edge.|
My thoughts ,painted with a brush, hidden and unaware.
Opened wounds and heavy fire,
a reason to inspire.
|Young boy sitting in the office, |
watches the world in motion.
His thoughts too much for anyone less.
Young boy knows his heart at best,
there must be better than this.
Sets out for something more,
Young boy, bought a house, and a guitar,
music's gonna be on the rise, friendships less than five.
Young boy, proving them all wrong,
This is your start.
|Forget the voices in your head,|
Forget the could have beens and the whys
Lay your eyes on the future instead.
Spread your wings and learn to fly,
Shape your dreams and desires.
Connected and rewired.
Three strikes and burn it down,
self doubt and self harm,
Take the pen and write love on your arms.
Hold on, Stay strong, watch the sand between your toes.
Take my hand and we'll make it through the walls.
Build it up and see it through and even though your vision is blurry and
even though your scars that have been sown
The rain will eventually stop.