I do not fear, although I should. I do not love, although I am so dear. I need the strength to see, that everything is not what it seems to be. Even if I have fallen, crumbled to the ground. I can pick myself up and make the people happy that I’m around. I need to think of the consequences that can come of my actions, rather than doing what I’d like to. I need to learn to love, he makes that easier each day. Giving me that little shove. I’d like to blame my losses, but they’re all up there watching me closely. As I play this coin toss. Head, or tales? There’s always an option, my biggest achievements are choosing the right one. All I need, he’s my potion. Trying hard, devotion. I’ll keep laughter in my days, even if I’m locked away. But for now improving each day’s the best way.