Doomed and rolling and whirling and spinning
Orienting ourselves
To stand and to walk
Then to run and to create
Without the slime of our ancestry
Weighing us down

Making mistakes
And hitting dead-ends
That make us wish we were dead
Because change hurts so much
Observing without judgment
Our selves and our paths
Accepting consequences
And learning from pain

Resisting impulses
That habits are made of
To valiantly reach for what lives in our dreams
A change of reality
A break from the past
A chance at a future
That feels truer to you