One hour of freedom
One hour of fantasy
One hour of escapism
One lonely hour

Change is scary to some people
It lives inside all of us
Staying the same is safe even when it's not
It's all about perspective and responsibility 

Life is blind
Live it like your last
Let yourself heal from the 
Wounds of your past 
Let them fly into the wind 
Get melted by the sun 
Let them burn and fizzle out 
Like meteors at night 

Rise like the heavens 
Fall like the snow
Glow from within 
Change only what you can 

Let go of negativity 
See the World for what it is - 
An imperfect balance of radiance and sin 
Don't let yesterday poison today 
Take the blue pill and tell yourself you can begin 
Don't wait too long to start on all your dreams
The sooner you start, the sooner they'll be

So even if the last minute of this lonely hour draws near,
Breathe in, relax
Your future will be here

And take a fucking day off from all that noise
That paralyzes you into believing that there is no 
Other world than the one that has you trapped here.

Don't go back. 

She promises herself the world,
Everyday she says she’ll do that which she loves
But let’s the time go by
Until the moonlight says it’s too late,
Try again the next day.
But when the new day comes
She can only barely finish the mundane tasks that are required of her
To keep her life going until the next day
Wash dishes, do laundry (if even), sweep the floor,
Buy food (barely), make lunch (never)
Nothing else ever gets done
And she starts each week the same
Knowing that 3 whole days went by in vain
And wonders why she can’t ever do
That which she says she’s going to do
Stretch
Blog
Play
And Sing
Learn languages, play berimbau
Read the dozens of books waiting to give her new inspiration
And execute the life (she knows) she deserves to have
But instead, when Monday comes, she drags herself sheepishly through the week
Just hoping to make it to Friday
So that she can begin
The same weekend she’s always had
The weekend that will never see her get anything that she loves done.