Forward کے بول

I'm always making things out to be more than what they really are. Without questioning, seeking, and changing, how can we be expected to move too far? I can't sit content or conditioned by what others may say. I fight apathy and complacency to hopefully make a dent. In this I pray. Pressing forward to open blind eyes. Looking on to see what's deep inside. Moving closer to first change ourselves, never willing to abide to this world's lies. No I won't listen to this world's lies. Sometimes I feel so afraid of what I might be searching for. Why do I look for an easy way out? As my failure keeps haunting me the answer's in my reach. I won't give up, I have no doubts in what lies ahead of me. Moving forward.