A sigh of relief begins every morning.
Realizing that there is still another day to claim.
It's a sigh that let's in a breath of freshness,
like how a screen door brings in a nice breeze during the spring.

As I speak these words I look out my window to see
cars with people all following the same monotony as me.
In the past I used to wave as Police Cars passed by, smiling.
Now I wonder if they're looking for me because I feel so out of place

Could it be a change of heart,
now that I live my life alone,
without perceived guidance from above?
This gracious freedom comes with a price of petty indifference,
something so draining that even friends seem to stray away.

And its the great divide that seems to come with age and wisdom,
for lambs and lions nay ever lay together in peace.

We all fear something.

Be it heights, darkness, sin, our own imperfections,
or even the big one we all know, a fear of rejection.
Now if you can show me a man with no fear whatsoever,
and i will show you a man with no sense, a man naught clever.

For the cautious are rewarded with less injury, sadness, and guilt;
they say curiosity kills the cat for a reason, and it's true.

But I cant stand by this mantra of being careful my whole life.
To live like everyone else, because I am my own self.

And I quote:
"If my fear has kept me here only my fear can set me free."