You lazy sonofabitch. When are you going to get off your goddamn couch and take a risk? How much longer are you going to wait for it? Go take it. Become it. Stop being a coward. Drown the doubt. Now it is the time for radical action. Put down your screen And find out what your life means. Jump. Fly. Live before you die. You will regret the chances you never take more than the mistakes you make. Be brave. Take the stage. Drop the mask. Act as if it’s inevitable.

To sell a soul— Someone else's or your own— For a coin or two, Just to get ahead in this Zoo, It is a tragic waste of a good soul; yours and theirs. It is not what you were meant for. It’s not who we were meant to be. It is simply Conformity. Your time is the real currency; So is your attention. Don’t you dare waste it. The wheel spins; Turn and face it. Money is a funny game, It’ll take a good kid, And make the man he’s

I wonder what social media would be if we posted all of our lives and not just the prettiest and shiniest moments from it . . . This is all fake, and it's also very real. It's a sleight of hand - an illusion. It's a mirage and a facade. It's birthdays, vacations, sunsets, celebrations and promotions spun back on a looney loop. Honestly, to me it is selective honesty; a mask; a display; a stage. Show me all you

Staring at a picture of her and I, I start to feel alive. She pulls away. She hides. I am too much; Always too much for the wrong lady. Gray hairs on my chest now; This one drives me crazy. This love is toxic, But some poisons heal. This love kills, And heals, And repeats; So I let it kill me. Like my boy Dostoevsky said, “I ran into love because I needed it to destroy who I used to be.” This love doesn’t let me rest peacefully, It demands all