Art is redefining the new resistance. It isn't honey that I am pouring to my petals; that intended passion inside me makes me more powerful. A long way down the corridor, where I cannot find the horizon since it's maturing. It's not easy as I thought before; identity is awaiting me. It's unstoppable. I never believe it is wearing tons of gold and pretty pink clothes. It is barely material and stops it before devouring you. Identity is strong as an attitude, it is pure as love, and it needs life to live.
I sing for my mental independence, where I have my fire to blow. It makes sense to my growth. I care for my better health; it needs support to stay like a pillar. I build single blocks for my pursuit where I confidently look ahead. I heartily step for financial stability, and I often look back for all the good memories. But we sure love our evil days; it lit the lamp for us.
Every lush mist-clad hill has the story of an unfaded flower. It never bends for dusk, it never bows for the cactus, and it greets the enthusiasm. I shall see my identity; I shall see myself. It's been a thousand more years travelling to you, the more I am wandering for you. The more I am winning.
