Looking at this paper seeing words appear Is this magic? Or is that really my hand moving? Is this magic? Or is that my paper playing a movie? Is this magic? Or is that my eyes hallucinating? This my life What is life? The way I just I see it It's just a word we give meaning to It what happens inside of us And what happens outside of us Life has given us abilities For opportunities That creates our identities For our movies we all live in It is a real shame most of us f** it up Well others thrive and try to make the world A place we actually want to live in … Ever since our first breath Life put us in mazes And gave us to time Time has been pushing us to get by each day As we watch time do its work on the clock We are in different movies in our mazes Time as made us grow and developed inside and out Depending on the movie we lived and are living One thing for sure is We are not that same little clueless thing That can't even understand these words Or the concept of life We live or life around us We all had visions in our dreams Of what life would be like now That didn't come out the way we thought would The truth? Life is simply a game of dice You can't predict it But you can lead it to the right direction So your life is less of a mystery To give yourself the ticket to successful victory In this time In this life My dreams will lend me To the right direction to reality There are no chains holding me back My strength will move me up To my far horizon That reaches the stars To galaxies unknown Where anything is possible No laws of nature No laws of society Can stop me from reaching my dreams Even when my dreams turn into nightmares Cause one day I know With True constant responsible dedication That never gives up on me My dreams will turn in to reality I'm not saying flying to you galaxy Will be 123 No I'm saying your wings will burn until they are ashes Over and over Creating new wings That is tough enough To reach the next level of life The thing that petrifies me is Will I pa** the test? Will my wing be able to still fly? When they are gone? Will I stay alone in the shadows of the dark when the lights go off? Will my shadows eat me up and make me forget day is coming? Or Will I remember there is light in the dark? And let my wings grow Continue to fly to my dreams Of being The Whisperer as a career This terrifies me ‘Cause she is not just a hobby She is part of me.. You're seeing her speak right now. But she has to be Alexia most of the time To bring out the Whisperer For now she calls herself Artist In Training Will she ever stop… unlikely… Even how much she grows in and out She's not. One thing for sure she can't let her go Cause she is life Music is life Art is life Without it? Her will turn in to ashes, and stay that way… She be in the dark forever With shadows hunting her And will be unable to fly to the next day. Why?....Because she is what keeps me sane…. When I'm going Insane...