Is it the stormy clouds Or the infinite space of doubts? There is tension in the air And before anxiety turns into despair Here I am When my eye meet hers I turn a blind eye to the rest of the world ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Where is my light When I couldn’t even tell the difference Between the constellation and the lit up camp Where is the limit When my body says This is the end Yet my legs pick themselves back up again ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Then here I am Rise like the towering mountains The air thins with every change of breath There is no room left for doubt If not now When? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I am figuring it out But there is no pausing Forward is the one way out I am on my way I have a lot left I am taking up space