In the room of my mind
there are one thousand windows,
but only one door.
That have pictures of the past and present
hanging down from the ceiling
down to the floor.

But before I could even put pen to paper,
my words were already made.
I write from my heart,
so I guess this makes me brave.

My words will never take a break,
cause my mind is always awake.

So there is no need to be scared
of the words that my heart makes,
because I write with such heart and passion,
that my pen bleeds red.

Even some of my words
go without being said.

Yes I’m going to make small
and some big mistakes,
but this doesn’t decide my fate.

I know my thoughts
could be considered a form of a risk.

Because depending on what day it is,
will determine how I handle my biz.