Feel what you feel,
Be proud and bold,
You’re alive today,
Your story is ready to unfold,

Choose your adventure,
Friendships and foes,
It’s your choice,
To do the best with what you’ve got,
Whether accompanied or alone,

Trust your instinct,
Trust yourself,
You know better than anyone else,
Who you are within,

If you feel lost,
Look inside (yourself),
You have all the answers,
Even if they hide,

In the darkest forests of your mind,
And deepest chambers of your heart,
You have magic within,
You are a piece of art.

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Corona,
Tears of la llorona,
Her tears never stop,
Like her ambition and persona,

She feels her feels,
Full body and heart,
So much at times,
It rips her apart,

But she don’t need no seamstress,
She’s proud of her tears,
They represent life, love, and what’s real,

Where’s the pause button?,
To divvy up the pain,
Of being alive,
And feeling insane,

Why does every moment feel like she’s wired?,

Electric, hectic, full of fire,
Emotion as dense as the ocean,
Drowning in free-flow motion,
Fighting the odds, current, and notion,

When will it stop?,
She asks as she drops,

Pleading for that secret potion,
To calm her soul,
And prevent mental explosion,

Llorona, llorona,
She quietly smiles,
Though but intense,
She knows that’s why life’s worthwhile.

Nailed the test, set the curve, everyone wants to choke you
Got a phone number from the hottest woman in the place, infront of your buddies
Complained about the shabby service and got your friend's money back, like a boss
The birth of your son. The birth of your second boy. The birth of your daughter.
Aced the the the parallel parking manuver infront of your father
The surprise proposal, and the calosal surprise, "Yes!" :)
First legal drive in the car without your father in the passenger seat
                       O' that feeling!!!! Like a boss!

Remember as a child

            running wild,

into the street, it

was safe to do, once

a look in both directions,

     it was true.

Remember as a teen

           running lean,

with a heart pounding

in that chest, bounding

to make a play

to win the day.

Remember as an adult

              trying to vault,

in a friendly game

of pick-up ball,

regretting it the

moment you began to fall.

Remember as you age,

and you get to the last page

of the story you wrote,

it was real,

it had heart,

you got to

play the best

part, you.