Just a bump in the road.

Stand at the door that wouldn’t open, stand right there – stand tall – and keep knocking. Resolve, revolve, you know that’s where you belong. Dig your heels in, it’s hard, and you’ll probably wait long. But it’s worth it, you know it’s worth it; steel your heart and watch the sun set – the night is here, but it’s not here to stay. The night’ll be long, but it’s your job to be strong.

Just knock, knock, and keep knocking.

That sinking feeling, that journey into the unknown – staring at the ceiling, wandering all alone. Because the moments were never empty but he could not see the light, the world had never owed him so sits he through the night; the moments grey and all adrift, what use are colours in a rift?

Anytime else, you’d consider it a gift.

Yes I might have lost trust before – given it my all but received but treachery and lies; yes I’ve been broken before – my world was in shreds and tears burned in my eyes. And it all might happen again, truly, moments that make me wish the world was grey – moments that make me don’t want to stay… But I will. Stand strong, stand tall, and be there like never before – because that’s what my life will be, I’ll give till there’s no more; and I’ll find the truth, the energy, the soul – because it’ll never run out, my all.

Because that’s what it is, just a bump in the road.