The Journey

The path set before you is a road of lies
An illusion of purpose given for one to like, yet you still might despise
Everything they claim you are to achieve, but in reality your life is the car and you own the keys
Nothing is ever promised or set in stone no life is concrete, but at the end of the day each of us have one we own
To feel, to live, and work to be free
Missing the underlying irony
What it means to be free has nothing to with what one ultimately wants to feel and see
Freedom: unchained, unbound, something we have yet to achieve with beliefs tugging at every turn with the brain either stressing, or flowing to the beats in our heads, a vibrant sound
The dreams of life are lucid, but in the reality we drown
Focus becomes a catch within every situation
It can make or break depending on the given occasion
We must keep our minds open and remain aware
Deceptions always around the corner to bring out fear
Your life itself is a product of how you choose to make it
Influences come and go, you have the final thought it's your decision without it you never truly grow