We live these lives.

We wish for these lives

And given opportunity

We seem to lose our

Optimism, our passion.

Sometimes it leaves the 

Others we know

Questioning their motives,

Lost in a sea of conscious

Trepidation.

Worried about perception,

We settle back

In a fear based reality.

Take a walk alone

And settle your indecision,

And perhaps imagine

People will always

Recognize your simple beauty.

You are that person.