Welcome the Ironists

how will i ever know if i was meant for more than this?
bring yourself close to the edge and feel god breathing down your back.
i hate that i love this chaos.
inhale.
exhale.
we break right through the fear of losing everything.
consult your hopes and not your fears.
this is our vessel, we are mere passengers.
concern yourself with what'
s possible.
all it takes is two flints to make a fire.
they say you give an inch and they'
ll take a mile so give, and give till your body aches.
just know the pain will be worthwhile.
we shall sing or will we sink too deep?
why can'
t we breathe when this is the air we need?
will we ever live our lives or sink forever?
just like dust i'
ll rise with certainty of tides.