Start Where You Are

The sun is awake, it screams through the city and streams through the streets.
The pavement's aglow.
Through half-melted ice buildings are reflected and brought down to earth.
We tower above them like nothing now.
Do you wonder how atop a bicycle you feel no pain?
And in living here, the level of fear is easy enough to surpass.
Though, I've seen bravery shatter like glass.
We're all bleeding hearts and our sleeves are dripping red.
As our blood is thinned within summer skin we let the night take over again.
Today, a year in the past: it feels like I've crashed and burned since then.
When will I learn to take what I'm worth and put that to work?
It never works out like you planned.
Now I'm bored and I break at the slightest shake.
I take what I can get in this town, but I wonder if I should just get out.
I'm a bleeding heart and it pains me to no end.
Yes, my blood is thinned but I've thicker skin
than on the night when this all began; where do I begin?
I should start where I am, this open road and open mind go hand in hand.
Like singing spheres in silent space, I'll find my way.
No, I'll make my way.