“I’ve been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could’ve been I’ve been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in I want to feel the changes coming down I want to know what I’ve been hiding In my shadow My shadow Change is coming through my shadow My shadow’s Shedding skin I’ve been picking My scabs again ... I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through ... See my shadow changing Stretching up and over me Soften this old armor Hoping I can clear the way by Stepping through my shadow Coming out the other side Step into the shadow Forty six and two are just ahead of me”