Do you believe that you are a failure?
Or do you close your eyes and know that you weren’t the person you were before?
When you set out to prove everyone else wrong and started down your own path,
Was it lonely?
Or did you forget to take anyone along with you, instead pining for the gaze of others?
That type of attention could be the death of you.
It almost was.
The attention convinced you that it indeed was so,
You had become a failure,
But who sat down with you and gave you faith?
Faith that could run chariots across the sky,
Bring you from the brink and remove the road all together
And give you the wings to fly.
Trust that you can find your way to peace through the defeat.
Not leave you with disappointed faces and the cruel slinging of words when you flaunted your self destruction
But you don’t love that attention,
You lust for it.
The infatuation stripped the weight of your world for one night
And left you lying completely naked
Can’t you hear them laugh at you?
You are and were always my hero
But the one who left convention and chased freedom,
Became trapped by his own code,
And now the feeling of being chastened is better than being with yourself.
My hero is in there!
He’s kind, ambitious, free spirited,
The one who would only begin looking at the summit once he had showered the base.
So you mustn’t disregard your affinity for attention but instead work with it,
And that failure never existed for you, as you are always succeeding.
I will always believe in that
Because when I close my eyes the person you have yet to become is right there,
Complete and utter happiness.