rolling on alone. alive and ready to share again.

you start to hear your breath more, you feel your own soul. and it's yours. and you're ready to share it with anyone excited for the journey. you find something deep in yourself. then you go to sleep. then you wake up again. a new day. new reflection, new steps forward. new steps backward, maybe for comfort. but movement.... movement is key. and guilt becomes easier to dismiss. "just breath", they say... "breath". keep those eyes rolling. horizons. it's simple. the most simple form of anything. but as humans we find something wrong with it all. something wrong with simple.... simple, simple, simple. and the world keeps rolling like a ball on a dirt road that never ends. muddy, wet, then dry again. and all we want as selfish humans is for something or someone to believe us or believe in us. it is what it is. and the ball we live on just keeps rolling.