Like It Was Fire.

I know I will get it
I trust in myself
I am not too scared to move on
But my insecurity sometimes stops me
Breaks me, hands gave to my mania of high hopes
To dream of something too much
While I could just flow and let it be
It loves me
And it never surprises me as it suppose to be
No one can save me
Only myself
And observation by observation I am discovering
What I am capable of.

The salvation is in my hands
I just never use it - because deep in the core of me, I like my own disaster
Because it is such a bittersweet disaster -
As equilibrium in my soul
Which I like to play with
Like it was fire
For exaggeration is in my blood
No use of ignoring, only diminishing
Dreams, travels within, desires
I know I can control
I just do not trust my instincts very often
I am scared of what I am capable of
because my universe is infinite, my nature is savage and my life is unexpected.