No one makes it out alive:
Some travel straight
Some veer off
Some in their own backyard
Some over mountaintops
Some to far off lands.
Either way, there are the peaks and valleys
We travel with others and sometimes alone
Wearing many masks along the way.
Our travels always take us back home to the essence of who we are and where we came.
Walk the journey in love and when you fall down brush yourself off and never look back.
There are many stories in your bones,
Some to be told and some to strengthen your spirit.
Live a life that you can call your own, that houses your soul
so when you make your way to your next dimension,
You can take your place as the star that you are, shinning brightly.
Yes, we walk the tightrope of time, TRUST IT!
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