How do you know?
How do you know when the wind swifts up,
that it isn't lifting love for your lips to touch?
How do you know when the water that seeps
isn't making wet the sands of defeat?
How do you know when you're pissed off enough
that nobody cares why your life's so rough?
How do you know if you never push yourself to try
that failing is not an option, it's a reaction, a cry?
How do you know if a win is win
if it only feels like a win from inside within?
How do you know? You don't you see.
You'll only know what you want it to be.
Tanya



