Paper

Saying that you are limited by your situation is like saying that a poet is limited by the four corners of a piece of paper. Where others see edges, I see my fingers bleeding rubbing their edges --

pushing past comfort and moving somewhere else. 

But you know this place that I have been, that tells you there is something more.  

You saw the core of it, beating and breaking to your will. You are powerful now. You can feel your teeth gritting with the rage of prosperity. 

You know this feeling, you understand this man or woman. You know what this person is capable of. 

You already know whats next. This is your destiny and you have already arrived at your destination.

Time to push that corner of that paper.