Daring to Be

If the moon shines softly o'er the sea,

And if all the world is young and free,

Dare not I to seek myself and be?

Who, God, who am I?

I exist as a dream, and live as a lie.

I'm breathing, not being. I need to know why.

Mote than anything I wish to break free.

But if I don't what that is, how can I be?

God, my God, how do I discover me?

Wanting the dream, but living the lie,

If I am destined to fall, why do I try?

There is something in jumping, and hoping to fly.

Packaged and pinched by insecurity,

If I break through my haven, then will I see?

So I take a deep breath, jump, and dare to be.