i know this life isn t an easy ride it takes more than bad luck to break my stride it s the passion and desire that adds fuel to the fire in my chest and i won t rest although i don t know what lies ahead i still define progress the days i pull myself out of bed i should have known that the winds would have shifted in an opposite direction and the feelings we had drifted apart some things are just out of our control i think i finally understand the reasons for the changing of the seasons letting everything fall to make way for the new it s not the surface that matters but the roots that i grew