They’ll say you can’t do it.
They’ll say it’s not meant for you.
They’ll force to decide it for you…
your life, your choices, your destiny.
They’ll promise it’s best for you.
They’ll warn that if you don’t follow,
you’ll terribly fall.
Which (anyways) you’ll; everyone does.
Then they’ll say it’s over, you’re over.
Maybe for a zeptosecond you would be dead.
Maybe for a whole damn year you would be dead.
But you rise again.
Against all odds.
You dare not for a sec doubt your abilities, clog your vision, ridicule your goals.
You learn from your mistakes, turn your weakness in to your strength.
You ignore those dimwits, and rise back up every time you fall.
You’re greater than you think, braver than you know.
You’ve got one life.
Let others not decide what you should make out of it.
Go. Roar. Explore.
Dare you ever give-up on yourself.