It's the time after the storm, static stings, the air trembling with the charged and sharp shock, yet now it's falling and there is just mist. A calm time after, a welcome abyss. Here is where I dance the best, learning still. Learning about myself and learning still, reflecting on the past, such a calm thrill.

This world we live in, it's so chaotic, in times like this I can just... breathe, it's nice. It's really so nice just getting a break. The air feels so fresh with adventures bright, endless futures, untraveled paths in sight, from the well treaded path in a bright light, to the unknown underbrush, dangers flight! Where we go from now, who we will become, who we are now, and what songs will be sung. Here we can decide, and from this still spot, the air is open and the sky is clear!

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There are birds soaring from over the trees, Under the dark trees, endless mysteries, and the path to the fourth! Excitement boards!

This sense of a new adventure not shared, this sense of anticipation in air, this feeling that the world starts inside me, this feeling that this world's unshackled, free!

Can not but compare, this feeling to void, while it is empty, there is not much noise.

The worries have died down, it starts with me, while I am alone, I am true free!

If I believe in myself, I'll true see, endless love, happiness, and some beauty! This world is endless, and flowers shine bright, what fear is there but "I'll be alright!"

We'll be okay at the end of the day, this future uncertain, belongs to us!

Even if the forest does burn on down, even if it is only ashes 'round, the forest will return one fateful day, we too, will rebuild, on memories way. We will be okay... you will be okay... I will be okay... my promise to you.