You were my first

You always thought that to know me was to own me. In fact knowing me more confuses me. To own me means what? My mind confuses you and still confuses me, oh to be simple and direct. Don't you fluctuate too? Can one really be so unwavering? If you don't hurt and heal can you move forward? Your right, of course. Accept less. Make it easy. Feel the wind beneath your hair and know it's the same for your choices. Push the button once more and see does it change, I will be with my dreams. You'll be with your consistency. Brave you.