The rain runs away jealousy. The sky runs away from fear. I’m stuck in a coma. I’m not sure it’s clear. I might be crawling. I might be taken. But I’m not falling. Because I won’t disappear. My soul may waver. But my eyes are clear. I might have fallen. But I’m still right here. My drive is growing. The heart grows full. The fears are going. There is no pull. I will succeed. I will win. I don’t know what I will achieve. But at least I’ll still be him.