Today, I lead the charge rather than run from it.
I'm still in the same position: In front of it.
But it was my attitude of the charge that was really to blame.
Instead of glancing back at the ever present barge
of times probably better spent, regrets and coulda beens.
I've got my shoulders set, stepping lightly, leaning forwards,
breathing down the mountain surmounted at a pace that can't be counted.
Shouting through the crowding trees and using stumps to bound from.
Today, I feed the charge rather then starve from it.
That is to say, I'm in front of the charges incurred on my debit card.
I no longer need to pinch pennies with the grip of a hermit crab.
My house is no longer a cave, it's a launching pad.
I've had one hundred, dozen reason to give up and not look back,
But the one thing that had me, I can't explain, it's just a fact
that what tomorrow brings is infinite.
Understand that every breath I breathe
is one more successful breath beyond my wildest dreams,
beyond anything I ever thought I could achieve.
Today, I lead the charge down the mountain,
through the trees, past the cave,
bounding stumps with the breeze, stepping lightly.
My wildest dreams, I could achieve