Life can get tough. Just remember that’s not all it is or all that it’s ever going to be. Life is magical in the way that it keeps going.
We are the Astronauts
This future we paint with a stroke of fancy.
This past we hide behind a veil of memory.
Sometimes I look at the Sun,
Hoping it’d burn me up.
The shine we brush on each new idea.
The bruise we leave on all the bad ones.
Sometimes I count the stars
To remember failure doesn’t kill me.
The warmth we imbue in each burning passion.
The ice we pump into our veins to chase them.
Sometimes I stare at my reflection
To see that I’m still here.
I feel the world turn under my feet
And remember its rocketing through space
And we’re all strapped in with gravity.
We’re astronauts among the stars
No matter how deep or dark our scars.
Sometimes I remember to just breathe
And that’s enough.