Forward

I'm always making things out to
be more than what they really are.
Without questioning, seeking, and changing,
how can we be expected to move too far?
I can't sit content or conditioned by what others may say.
I fight apathy and complacency to hopefully make a dent.
In this I pray.

Pressing forward to open blind eyes.
Looking on to see what's deep inside.
Moving closer to first change ourselves,
never willing to abide to this world's lies.
No I won't listen to this world's lies.

Sometimes I feel so afraid of what I might be searching for.
Why do I look for an easy way out?
As my failure keeps haunting me the answer's in my reach.
I won't give up, I have no doubts in what lies ahead of me.

Moving forward.