The Fragile Art Of Existence

Same place, different time, same chase
 A different line
 A chance to heal, to allow what's real
 To take it's course
 Like a brush in hand, to paint a picture
 Of what we would like to see
 And love to be
 The vision is clear, taking charge of fear
 For granted I do not take the future
 To be changed by triumph
 Tears and pain of the past
 I gain wisdom
 The fragile art of existence
 Is kept alive by sheer persistence
 The fragile art of existence
 No time for self-pity
 No time for dwelling on what should have been
 But is yet to be
 Take the plunge, take the chance
 Safe in the heart and soul from elements
 Spawned by those void of no self-worth
 And no sense of dreams