I caught myself thinking…
Locked up behind metaphorical bars; it’s of my own will.
I guess I need it.
No high or an ex pill,
but the addiction’s so strong that I always feed it.
On a day to day basis,
rinse cycle through emotions,
seeing duplicate faces,
just staying smooth like cocoa butter lotion.
I keep my thoughts to myself as I reflect and
watch the moon manipulate the ocean…
Here’s what I found out:
There’s no growth in just thinking the same old shit.
Never learning how to grow, mature, invest or replicate success;
Instead you’re showing signs that you’ve mentally digressed and forgotten all your basic principles.
You are just too damn municipal.
Mix that with a lack for the taste of greatness and you’ll forever remain faceless.
You see, there’s no facade in my mirror and you have yet to turn and face this.
The future for some is so apprehensively facetious that you may as well move back in with your parents and catch a seat up in the bleachers; your time has yet to come.
“The world is a big place.”
This is a very generic statement, but this is something you will never know if your thinking is prehistoric, cavemen.
This is the time where any new ideas will enslave men.
Take a lesson from the past, perfect a craft, and lay down pavement.
This is the age to create and mold your own traditions, but I partition;
an education is the founding station of every wise man’s ambition.
He who rules with wise mind has all the power, but the fool ingest too much;
devoid of understanding what he devoured.
For yours truly, this mentality is a necessity.
Born from a predetermined destiny that my legacy will live long even if tomorrow brings the death of the me.
These words are just one part of many, a small proportion of plenty, but if they are too much;
Do please forgive me for my creative rationality.
I want art to live for forever!
I’m stepping up and stepping on to rise and see the new morn,
a beautiful day so pure and clean like a blanket-wrapped newborn.
Each day is a brand new opportunity for new growth, exploration, developmental tracking of maturity.
So I ask, what’s stopping you?
You have a goal; so live life & climb the totem pole,
You were hand-picked for a reason and your story has yet to be told.
Once you’ve walked with your dreams and arm-cradled your future,
you don’t forget those who gave a hand, you turn around and you tutor.
A man is known by his word and the qualities he strives for.
To be an exemplary example of this truth is what I strive towards.