My chest pounds harder then it ever has before. Pondering on the thoughts on what this journey has in store. Who will I meet, what will I see, why is everyone staring at me? Blowing up this dream is what I seek getting rid of this me would taste so sweet. Throwing away these lies by which I built my foundation. Running in circles wanting to hide fighting for freedom but can't find my stride. I'll start and then stop, fast and then slow not really sure which way to go. Could it be that no one really knows how to live their life without their show. Mine used to work but now it must go. Peace out victim I'm ready to grow.