What would I do if I was forced to leave it all behind, If I was forced to leave weightlifting, I would have no way to settle down the restless demons inside me, They would devour me whole if I had no way to comfort them. I wouldn’t be able to feel that high after an intense session. The pride that rushes through me would never be the same. I couldn’t feel the adrenaline that pumps through me as I do what I love. If I was forced to leave writing, I would always feel an overflow of emotions with no release, Like the gushing water was pounding against the dam waiting to bust through. I could never explore the curves and edges of each letter I wrote. I couldn’t channel my thoughts into a masterpiece. If I was forced to leave love, I would find no comfort in anything, Because I wouldn’t be able to feel love. Everything would be dull, empty with no light in a dark cave. It would be cold and restless because I wouldn’t know what quite was missing. I would always feel a dull ache in the back of my mind because I knew i lost a truly special feeling. So if I had to leave it all behind my life would be truly worthless, Nothing to look forward too, Ma snitching that would get me through the day. So if I had to leave I would glue a paper and pen to me, So it couldn’t leave. I would stitch weightlifting shoes to my feet, So it couldn’t leave. I would become a voodoo doll and whatever the people I love want me to do, will happen, So those I love wouldn’t leave. And if I couldn’t do any of these things, I might as well be a lifeless corpse. Because these things are what give me meaning and is my soul complex.