The result of that crisis I had three months ago

Go where you wanna go

And do what you wanna do.

It's not about them, no it's not about them

But you, about you, about you

Don't let others keep hold of your life

Take back the reigns because they have their own.

Those who lead their lives, as history's shown,

Those are the game-changers, ground-shakers, dream-makers.

Words of others aren't poison in your veins-

The antidote's your spirit; the vaccine is your brain.

Societal lies will leave you to die-

Let your conscience speak up; let the real truth guide,

Because you are not words and you are not stats

Like skin is not clear and stomachs aren't flat,

So if you dare believe that you are less than enough,

I will shout reality; reality is tough.

You are watched by God and you are made from stars,

The universe is here for you; the sky holds no bars,

Do not stop breathing and beating and beating,

For you seas are churning! 

For you worlds are turning!

So don't waste your monumental soul when it's yearning

To fight for its right to walk in the light!

For clouds are not there for you to sit in and stare,

But for you to wake out of, break out of, take out of

Every hardship a new kind of truth,

For this is the point of, the point of your youth!

Not the point of your youth but the point of your life:

To make every day better than the one dead at night.

When you're in the ground with a headstone above,

Your birthdate and deathdate will not bear your love.

The dash in between is what matters alone,

With sights you admired and kindnesses shown.

So what will it be? Will you waste your days?

By then you'll be free from the cultural gaze.

You can die with the tide or find freedom to ride

And find favor in the future of history's eyes.

Or at the very least, you'll enjoy that dash,

And hear every second of life's clamorous clash.