The most beautiful and fragile thing in the world.
Some people give it out like candy, others who know the feeling of being crushed hold on and hold on.
I should be one who holds on.
Instead I give it away.
It is a choice of how to live your life. Depending who you are it is a blessing or a curse.
You either look over your shoulder every second of every day,
Or live in peaceful bliss.
I wish I could say it was peaceful bliss.
But when you're like me, to trust is to give someone your whole world.
Your job, your mind, your freedom, your pride, my life, when I trust is in the hands of the beholder.
With this trust I give you absolute power,
With this trust I give you sanctity in my mind,
With this trust you hold a place in my heart.
Will you ruin me? Or will you make me?
For I am yours and yours alone to command.
You and all the others i trust.
So a mess is born, a calamity.
A mindless mindless slog of insanity,
And as beautiful as the mess is,
I should be less trusting, i should second guess,
Cause this beautiful mess is not a clay sculpture,
It's my life, and my road to success.