You’re still standing.
The world’s on fire
The seas are churning
And yet here you are
Still standing.
May seem insignificant
In the grand opening
Of this cosmic play’s next act
One where everyone’s a hero
And each figure finds themselves
Villainous to another supposed protagonist.
But tiny details are the most powerful.
The whole would be nothing without its atoms
And while that tiny subconscious voice
Always speaks of you as worthless
To the point that it is hard to deny
Fate always proves us wrong
The world’s next turn reveals hope
In the face of sorrow and solitude
And we pick ourselves up
From concrete jungles
Under smoggy skylines.
Time to soldier on, time to take another breath
Feel that bitter pain and cold wind
Remind of days long last and regrets not yet healed
But also that despite misfortune’s shadow
You are still alive, you are still standing
The world hasn’t beaten you yet.
Run. Run because you can’t slow down
But also because nothing can stop you
Not hell or high water. Not even yourself
We are all speeding forwards into the unknown
But that doesn’t at all mean
There’s reason to fear what lies beyond.