Light cascading from towering mountains
Onto a forest of spruce. Life has its stains,
Things we can’t ever forget because they
Make us who we are and clear the way.
The birds sing their requiem in the morning,
Critters follow instinct, and we see everything.
Follow the river until adventure starts calling.
Meaning, fate, destiny, dreams; the lives we live
Have no final destination for everyone to reach.
We should see eye to eye the mortality inside
Because one day this strength will fade. Listen.
You can chase whatever your heart desires
Be it selfless or selfish. Nothing others say
Will cure us of this affliction. Live a life
You’re proud of. Forget the hurt, chase the light.
Vasha'Lakar 