"say that fast 365 times"

i can't say at this point that i really know what i'm looking for anymore.
happiness, fullfillment, inspiration, passion?
isn't that so cliche doesn't everyone want that?
then i would resign myself to plug away, just like everyone else.
then i would just submit to an ordinary life, with ordinary food and ordinary friends.
i would not look beyond my grasp and be the proverbial horse with blinders on.
i would not search for destiny, i would remain uninspired.
and i certainly, wouldn't be writing anything like this.

no dreams, no bigger picture, no thinking beyond the bounds
just kiddogcookclean

well i have an identity that rises and falls
and screams everending
in spite of it all
despite all the lacking of time or even faith
it always burns bright inside me
through every fall from grace
and it calls out so desperately
and it begs me not to throw away
all the projects i've dedicated my life to
all those things that make me stay
inspired on the right path, and observant to the core
it won't let me stop at kiddogcookclean
and simply whispers
"more"

more passion more purpose
more things to teach my son
through strife and through adversity
his mystery only just begun
the spirit that keeps me lifted
through every potential fall
has been the thread we've had in common
since the beginning of us all