fearless

Is there anything I fear or hold sacred or secret any more? Have I finally realized my true power and in realizing it lost all track of any boundaries to that power? How much can I change and still be a good person? How much can I change and still be me? If I do one think every day that scares me eventually very little will scare me even the things that should. And then what do I do? And if I was defined by my fears and hopes for so long will I become in my fearlessness defined merely by my hopes. And are my hopes powerful or silly and relatable? Do people like me because I stand for hope or do they like me because I hope or do they like me because my hopes are silly and impractical but seem brave and noble. If you strip away all that I have decided to be am I really anything right now? Or is it as I once thought, I am really only what you decide I am to you. Can I bring hope to others if I have no hope for myself? Can I care about others if I dont care what happens to me? When will the questions stop? When will the neverending ever doubting ever hoping as if my whole life were lived through this haze of fear before me and this pressure of hope behind me and i am pushing on and my thought train just keeps going logically consistently plodding going faster and faster then slowing but never stopping never thinking the same thought the same way more than twice am I what I am thinking right now or am I all the things I remember thinking put together or are these thoughts is the fact that I am always thinking in this long chain not part of who I am but rather I am only what people see only the act only what i pretend only what i do and this secret rich life of mine that so few ever see especially in full splendor that fills me with passion and yet saps me of energy making me feel like i must keep going but like i just want to stop for just a little while and now I am typing as fast as I can trying to catch all the questions that are pushing me am I not these thoughts am I only a thinking thing or am I the way I think and does anybody reading this know the way I think and do they realize that I think that I know the way they think by the way they speak and that that is what I love most about them that that is what I consider them the way they think that I love the logical the pragmatic the foolish the brave but most of all the passionate and yet the fire which I build I fear will consume me but there is no stopping I am already strapped in this ride and i dont really want it to end i just want a break from me every once in a while and my only releases are music, writing, and listening to you?