the islands are too healing,
the ocean is too blue,
your city is too alive.
what are you doing in your room?
the world is dying to meet you.
strangers are dying to befriend you.
dirt roads aim to entice you.
what are you doing not believing in yourself?
time flies everywhere and yet,
meanders in a maze waiting patiently,
just for you.
your memories have not been pre-packaged,
no one else could stamp them with your life.
what are you doing daydreaming?
don't experience this world through
someone else's life.
what are you doing owning silly and untrue
beliefs?
please go write your own story,
with your very own eyes.
