The bucket list of just do it… Create your own opportunities… You might have to wait, Even show up to the gate, Late, Waiting, Holding on tight to the handle, Ready to twist, But the entrance ain’t ready, For you just yet, For the presence, In how you are going to enter, Others may not know how to accept, But are we waiting for them, Nope, We going to step in how we want to, Flashing whatever we want to, It don’t even matter if they see, I see me, And seeing how I got in and there, Is only a concern for myself, I created my angle, Developed and sketched, And the masterpiece, Is whatever it is, I walk in with.
Always painting pictures, Of hope, Lying from their throats, Claiming to be goats, But not, Got the stories lined up, Ha ha, They think we listening, Their minds are ducked up, Can’t save them, They don’t want to be saved, They want to be weird, How could they stop? They won’t, They CAN…. NOT….
It’s been 20 days since my last confession, I have the impression, That I suck, Or I am just going through stuff, Let’s buff this out, Let’s change things around, No more ghost, I hope, Nope, It’s a go, No foe, But one’s self, Being locked away too many times, I am my own jail, So I am breaking free, Letting it be, I am going to do me, Before I scream.
All I ask of you, Is to be you, Be as beautifully, As you could, For I want to open up, See you enter through, My doors, I choose, You, Creating moments, We will never forget, Dispose of moments, That we will always regret, It’s true, It’s you, That changed me, Giving me the ability, To not run or flee, But to me, Around you, Making us, Is all I ask.
What was there, Ain’t there no more, Can’t enter, These suppose closed door, Break in, Smash it, Disrupt, Just don’t corrupt your creativity, For it ain’t enough, That they can pay you, They will try to slave, That ain’t you, If then, Not anymore, That’s door is now closed.