It’s not real now As of now it’s singular Existing in the confines of my mind It does exist though It exists and I can give it life I see it now Even with open eyes I

Bit of a storm here You’ll be alright Just got to make it out Keep calm and do as you’re told Do the work that’s asked of you Do it well Never slow down your ask Never

You’ve made countless mistakes Failed over and over again Quit time and time again After all that You still want to win You desire more Want to feel what winning is like Not just once You want

I’m here, I’m already in it. I’ve been it. Why then does it feel like I’m just now stepping into it? Why does it feel like I’m pinpointing the moment it all changed? Maybe because I’m close,