Two pairs of shoes is all I see to keep me smiling
Not that I wanted more from the crowd to keep me grinding.

Being alone is like a drug only few understand the joy
But don't mistake my solitude for weakness because I play with my toy.

The young mind is set to explode when it is left to crunch
But don't allow the freedom you allow yourself a reason to crush.

The mind is just a gateway drug to the reality that lies hidden
Solitude is the key to see through everything that is hidden.

Toiling day and night you can feel the pain beneath my feet
Joyfully sometimes but the continuous stares make my check beneath my feet.

Wires surrounding me I didn't realize I was building myself a cage
Hard to break open I didn't realise I would need a key for my cage.

Brain washed into believing I had a job but deep down I was wasting away
Even my youthfulness that I possessed had changed and the old face is staring my way.

I can't turn back the hands of time as I sat down mending my cage
Blood dripping down my wrist as I still realise I am stucked in a cage.

A short letter to my younger self never belief everything you think
Following the crowd made me believe I was building a future until I had nothing to think.

Still passing by looking at what many thought was a possible dream to come by
There it was lieing in waste like I didn't stumble before I came by.

Now the situation is changed I need to pick those crumbled dreams and bring it back
But someone is holding me back I guess I need to push past what is holding me back
Needless to say I deserve to get what I dropped before it haunts me back.

A  new direction I think I need to empty all I have in my penny bank
Just discovered someone else beat me to it don't mess with my idea bank.

The ultimate dreams hanging in the Shelf is about to be tapped get ready for a change.
My dreams still stucked in the shelf I might need a new direction before I look forward and change.

Channeling all my energy until I reach the point of no return I might lose myself
The room with barricade is fixed in nature but the war is just against myself.

I might fight and slumber and I might fall and stumble but I am still back on my feet
Loosing my focus is still one of the reasons I refuse to stay anywhere but on my feet.

Making decisions like the future doesn't matter but all I want is the war to be won
Bringing the fight back to my self because I believe I have to fight to be won.

A closet of memories cleared out I really need to focus on what I want for myself
My war room is a fiction but in my mind I want all the wars worn just by myself.m

A dry leaf fall..
The wind blew it away...
So far, it flies..
Carrying wounds that she holds...
Leaving the twig in silence...