Falling down, getting up
It matters not, I just carry on.
The journey matters, the end shall arrive on its own.
Sometimes I lie tamed above a candle
Lighting up the path ahead.
On others I burn as a forest fire
Untamed, wild, free and all consuming.
I am me, the master of my destiny.
The calm is my strength, not weakness.
The silence at the surface holds within
A tempest, a tornado that storms inside.
