I never lost it; just somehow ended up putting the pen down.
Something like a crown; sometimes the issues just weighs me down.
But the fight never
left; although the 12th round is as of yet.
A different season, a
different reason, different territories, different leaches.
I throw my hands up and
ask to be released.
Can you see?
The emotions on my
shoulders;
The identity crisis
hovering over;
or the grown man stuck,
with no stroke, to swim ashore.
Nah...it’s not all over!
Progression is a must, procrastination
move over.
Destiny’s whispering my
name and I want to know her.
Misunderstandings…we
now have closure.
Can you see?
I’ve been cut from the
finest of cloth.
My decisions haven’t
always been the best;
But growth said keep
walking.
I want to bounce back;
the down-side is that I
first have to bounce.
So because my patience
doesn’t align with your waiting;
Doesn’t mean I’m not
somewhat in the park.
Can you see?
That I followed the
model plan.
But my mission is still
incomplete.
Without a vision and ambitions;
I swear, I couldn’t
really see.
Stuck in a system that’s
solely designed for me.
However, I take the
pledge to be different;
my soul one must seek.
Can you see?
The difference in my
tone, the way that I walk.
My hairs have been numbered
on my head;
I must stand apart.
No matter their definition,
I’m one to be defined.
And why my God
continues to work;
I’ll be the one
continuing to climb.
I can’t tell the
future; but I sure do believe;
that when you actually
open your eyes to me, then you will surely see.
