We look back, 
And it’s all we got. 
Tick, tick, ticking by, 

When will it end? 
No one can say for sure. 
When it’s time to take our final rest, 
unique as the finger print, 
We carry around. 
Once a lap,
We stop and look back. 
Memories traded 
For time spent,
In seconds, weeks, and years. 
It adds up to our whole life.

We live the whole thing in our minds. 
What home did you build in the reccesses of your soul?
Do you like who you are?
Do you feel safe in the bed you’ve made?
Sometimes, the answers to these big questions are scary. 
That’s okay. 
Being brave is choosing to ask them,
Even when you feel afraid.