Knowing this life is up to you is something you have to hold onto.
There's no textbook for this life, no saying what's right for me.
I'm not settling; I'm still listening, just not buying in.
Your wealth and possessions don't impress me; or your life.
You can call it what you will, but your paradise is still a cage with gold bars.
I want to know what it feels like to hold it in my hands and heart,
And let the warmth bask over me.
The feeling of being alive, hold it; you never know when its leaving.
Let the course that's supposed to be happen.