Am always lost for someone to hang with
Maybe because life taught me to handle it.
Miss my steps everyday on my stroll on the ladder
All I needed was a friend to bring me back into the race.
Making everything look like am always late.
I can't disappoint who am meant to be
Because of a nobody with negative energy.
Am passed the finish line because life taught me well.
Fake friends is a plague they learn to stab you well.
Don't hate the game you don't know how to play.
Struggling with the reality that everything will fall in place
Struggling with peace that I created even though I wasn't in place.
Struggling with a new habit that kept me afloat but draining all of me now
Struggling with how sentiments can change how people question me now.
Struggling with the friend that calls my phone just to check on my progress
Struggling with the replies lined up on my phone I really need to check the progress.
Struggling with dropping the ideas I believe can have an impact on the future
Still struggling with the questions hope it doesn't become an habit on my future.
The answer on my lips can't ask the questions coming from my mind
The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.
Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.
Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.
Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet I won't stop until I miss the desire.
I guess I don't do justice to writing the right way.
Waking up realizing that known outcome will soon present itself sooner
All road leads to a destination I wish I can conquer the problem sooner.
Another turnoil right within my grasp leaving the possibility out in the cold
So many reasons to hold on to my past ways but scary moments leave me out in the cold.
Ready to act on the information on ground planning out a new strategy
I am in love with my Silent enemies but nothing will make me fall for their new found strategy.
A quick realisation about how the true reality can actually pan out like. A confusing state where nobody has your back but a lot of buzzing shows how the true reality should look like. My new energy is enough for everyone to tap into but nothing beats a silent enemy creeping up on me trying to drain me of my new energy.🎭
Crying with all her might hoping someone would hear her cry
Crawling out of her sheets the nightmares would make her cry
She was strong and weak but she was showing us just one part
Life twinkling just like a glimpse that refuse to show once path
Her abuser on the corner lurking around like their is a prey in his path
Both eyes collide and that moment she realise the circle will repeat itself
Mouth closed and the mind turn but the eyes refuse to hold the pain
Tear drop shows the vulnerable loud silence which shows her pain
She has to channel her stronger side and speak to the world about her pain
The focus is on **** and child molestation and how the victims can find a voice amidst oppression
Why are you bent on destroying the future that is bleak
Why don't you want to grow out of your comfort zone.
Why is life treating you like you won't get out of it
Why don't the answer add up so you can have a suitable answer.
Why won't you accept that life throws the same lessons twice
Why is the "Y" questions filled with a lot than you can comprehend.
Why don't you decide on how the outcome would look like
Why don't the reality sink in a way you can put in writing.
The only question I ask myself....
Sinking back into reality as I step back leaning on a legacy that refuses to get old
Strange but ****** nothing beats how the little things play a huge part in what chooses to unfold.
Reminiscing on a faint moment that persist to leave rendering me helpless on the face of reality
Stern look that society seldom glance at because deep down everyone is facing their own scared reality.
Faded problems at least that was what I got as I gave a deep sigh sinking deep into this profound element
The sick view of my thinking chair would leave you wondering if you can outrun a single element.
Benching all my problems trying to bring them to life. Constructing a familiar bridge that hardly leads anyway but still we increase our pace towards it. Sick of the scenario that I create just because I can't stop reminiscing on my past.🚷
Don't hate what you have been telling yourself because you woke up
Another journey is set in your course is time to face up.
The days pass by without ceasing even the night won't bulge to your pace
But the only hope of a better tomorrow is if you double your pace.
You don't want to be left behind when the whistle blows
Don't clinge to a past memory because you don't want to grow.
It's a new day to change your perception don't limit your thinking
Because if you are actually crossing over you need to change your thinking.
Another 365days of whatever you make of it in your own small dictionary of Life. All I want is for you to change your thinking to a positive one
A new wave is upon us I wish I can take the new plain
Visualizing a new reason why people prefer color to plain.
Observing what the colorful illusion we all picture can aid our pain
Slowly digging up a new habit for comfort not observing our new pain.
Nuturing what I need to preserve I won't mind if i stick to the new plan
Unfolding a new way of getting over the new disaster caused by my new plan.
The Slow wave that I reject will come back to make me insane.
The wave is close but who will check the pace
Protruding tummies enable to hide the excitement still feelings of betrayal fills the air
Tired of this early mistakes who might have taught that sour magic will still be in the air.
The world need more female empowerement we need the queens to grow and shine
Is covid-19 the reason we lost the little trust in ourselves and dimmed our shine.
The future will come in a minute holding on a little longer might need some extra strength
Don't succumb to this heavy business the future might look bleak but keep showing your found new strength.
Didn't want to write at all about covid-19 considering the negative effect it has both emotional and mentally to so many people.
Change is hard, messy but it gets better.
It makes us discover who we truly are when times are hard.
Situations like this also help to forge people into compassionate beings. let's practice to incorporate that Into our daily lives.
Heavy business is centered on teenage pregnancy going around here in the western part of Africa and the increase due to covid-19 and massive unemployment rate.
Hoping I achieve more than the ordinary man as I focus more on my daily progress
Life slowing me down with repeated predicaments tuning down my constant progress.
Believing in the power of never relenting as I hold on to the pain that never left
Side by side with my new approach picking things up from the same spot I had to neglect.
But as soon as my new found reality start appearing I start having a similar feeling yet again
The reason nothing seems to fall in place no wonder I am feeling helpless all over again.
A lot of shield covering my inner glow blocking me from who i choose to finally settle for. A lot of personality hiding under my sleeves as I glance through it once in a while until the melody in my head start to volume down a bit more. A lot to offer but few things to hope for🖋️
Morning noise letting me know that a new day is here
Daily routine making me realise that another day is here.
Planned out all in a piece of a paper hope i beat the traffic
Life on the road and everyone wondering if am still in traffic.
Different scenes bringing me back to my true reality
Black man missed with black intentions don't wait on the reality.
Don't know what today has in store for a loyal observer
But am still heading out tommorow keep the info for the next observer.
The future we create is still bleak and uncertain
Every man is a threat to those ladies who walk by themselves alone in the night
Every man is a threat to those who dress like the material is not enough.
Every man is a threat to those ladies that just left a previous heartbreak
Every man is a threat to a lady that was molested all her life.
Every man is a threat to his sister's because they also see other men as threat
Every man is a threat to himself if he can't control his ****** urge
Every man is still a threat considering the fact men are super to those around them.
Society should stop listening to one side of the story in any situation
How do you think the circle evolves and reaches each destination without a glitch
A fair story of how the snake lizard always gets its way without encountering a glitch.
Gesturing winds sounds a fair warning to the lousy four leg roach in a familiar way
Waiting for a strike makes it salivate exposing the purpose it came along the way.
A single cry and the roach is within grasp enjoying a journey of no return
The hungry predator is never full and you can be sure to meet it on your next turn.
Once you see things from a different perspective. Things Start becoming more clearer. Life itself is a lone race and the way we progress is basically how much we can absorb along the way.
So once you take a fresh air to imagine a new dimension remember what never seems to leave our sight which is death.⚰️
Learn to grow out of situations that life has a way of throwing right in front of you
A blurred line already shooting through nothing seems to be in place either way.
The temporary feel of pain having it's way would just show you towards a better you
As soon as the fate we learnt to have upon ourselves come out and begin to play.
Fighting and overcoming life predicaments is a mind game and we all have the key
So once pre planned moments start going sideways learn to check the good side.
A little bit of happiness is what we would shed through us to just make us free
A lot is going on when you look from a brighter perspective and look the other side.
Hold on to the process of change. That phenomenon is very constant. But imagine another world with nothing to worry about...a place where worries trip and fall asleep. Your mind is a bank so feed it with the right deposits🔑
Don't hate me am not who I used to be.
But life won't tell you what you used to be.
The world of karma is like a circle
Don't get it wrong it won't look like it's a circle.
But you ever throw a Stone up to the sky to see it's reaction
The fall would be rapid don't mind how it plays you it's reaction.
But the moment u realise how u can affect your situation
You now understand how the situations you find yourself can change your imagination.
But don't blame life it works with the law of universe
That whatever you throw up life would surely drag it down back into the universe.
Don't think the law will reverse itself because of how you react to it. in the actual sense you are still on that repeated circle of life.
Steps taken to avoid an intrusive abuser that Is bent on catching my breath
A new reason to remain fearful and linger back so I can really catch my breath.
The new steps catching up to me am obviously on the edge I won't bulge still
Tears dripping down my face and my fear enveloping me I won't scream still.
A new way to direct my energy as soon as the obvious truth gets to me
Slowly counting my loss in the hope of avoiding the tragedy that will get to me.
Am known to solve problems my own way which is to do nothing and let it flow
The mystery man is me I won't consider shielding my mind away from the flow.
The wound isn't healing yet but the pain left me a while ago
Steady pushing the bad wagons in my life out making sure they stay out this time
Why will I endure all this disasters and still conquer and you think you can waste my time.
The only reason I choose myself everytime out of a million people isn't strange to me
Just imagine the stare I give out to people that claim they are closest to me.
I am bound to make mistakes don't hate on what I admit myself and claim you are perfect
Still on a lone road as I administer my success pill just to make me perfect.
A lot of stages in my life that I wouldn't change not even for a minute of regret
The isolated accident that I found myself in again I wouldn't change the life I regret.
Life wasn't meant to be spent in total isolation but still focus on what your energy brings to the table.
Hoping to clear every obstacles blocking my way shielding who I am meant to become
My clear conscience already becoming more cloudy thinking about the obstacles I would overcome.
A little bit of shadow flickering right through me exaggerating what I have left to offer to the world
Words never seems to make more sense each time I hold my last draft doubting how I see the world.
So I set out on the long lonely walk hoping this will be the last time I would prove myself
As soon as I take the first bold step I realise my dramatic entrance is the only way to become more of myself.
Don't doubt the mark you can make once the world is right within your grasp hoping you take the leap of faith. Circumstances that shapes us become part of our existence and in turn makes us unique.
The essential Ingredient needed to standout is how we take what is indeed ours to grasp 🚷
Tapping my feet each day never minding the restrictions that shields my direction
Dancing to the melody in my head shaking my body in full joy hoping to find a new direction.
Unboxing each puzzle that stay stuck in my head trying to level the mystery in my head
A little bit of fresh air as I take deep breath trying to clear all the problems in my head.
Reminiscing on my past mistakes ticking out the lessons I learnt in regret
Finding my rhythm doesn't mean I won't stop grinding as I stare back at my old possibilities with no ounce of regret.
How well do we actually know ourselves? Pulling each strings in our favor trying to understand how the outcome pays out. Do we smile when things stop going the way it was streamlined in our subconscious. Or just imagine a new possibility that never seems to fade out. The rest is our choice. Keep tapping your feet. You need enough joy to survive🥗
How do you spice things up when your mind is fully awake ready to sail any way
Do you live your life daily for the glits and glamour until it cease or fades away.
Understanding the reason for your existence is Paramount to how you live your life
Step by step illusion is a new lens to reflect back on yourself and change your view about life.
Each day is an opportunity to shape a new existence that we slowly created in our mind
But with all the pain and suffering who would think the pictures would appear clearly even in our mind.
Kicking off all the distractions finding its way trying to envelope the new me
Still holding to my deathbed mentality I wouldn't become sane until I was face to face with the new me.
A lot of memories will hit when the end time is near. Why questions and the actual reality will set in place. Eventually those gift you have and you don't cherish or work on will be nothing but a faded reality 🌫️
What exactly are you fighting for in your life I keep asking
Because the pain that you are yearning for is asking.
The turn you are afraid to take is already been plied by another
Don't let the defeat in your head make you envy another.
The fight is against you when you stare at the mirror you can understand
Getting back up is like a jolly ride you only enjoy it when you board it
The world deserves a better fighter you won't know until you become it.
Don't relent the war is against you
The wake of a pure morning gesturing down the heavy heat
Africa is my mother land tell the foreigner not to mind the scorching heat.
Looking back to the soil how rich and blessed the people feel
But a mere touch of the soil would show you the pain the people feel.
Don't pry into their agony because the suffering can get much
Everyone in the midst of it all hoping and grinding to get much.
The paper is just a tip of what you are getting if you look deep down
But the pain and the triumph after the sweat will push you up and down.
The sound of hope makes men look up and down in triumph.
The focus is still on how African youths is filled with talents but the environment keep undermining their potentials.
Regardless to say we all need hope to live a life we truly deserve
But taking a sneak peak outside I realise the smell of fear as I observe.
Not minding the unnecessary noise or the panicking crowd I try and focus
But in reality I am just like everyone else I really need to learn than I focus.
A new phase coming up regardless of whether we facing it or not
Our life is about to change after this long pause are you betting on it or not.
The mornings are becoming longer than expected I really need a new hobby
As soon as I check to see the light I realise it
Is still dark outside from the lobby.
Look around and really imagine how life would be when it all go back to the way to was before.
Already seeking out an old validation that nothing will go right eventually
Might have another panic attack as I head out pushing out the fear simultaneously.
Asking myself the same questions wondering who has a close answer
I might find what I am looking for eventually as I get face to face with the real answer.
How we choose to view ourselves has a key influence on how far we progress
Never undermine the potentials that are boundless that enables us to make more progress.
Choosing how we end up eventually is totally based on how we plan yourself out
But why are you still holding on to the small man syndrome don't wait until I call you out.
I still get chills anything I get to that point of no return. I keep asking questions like why can't society stop undermining the man with the true potentials and sing songs of praises to the coward full of confidence. Don't hide In that scared shell forever. You can't dim your light forever🕯️
Beneath the rumble I could hear the loud screams of what lay deep down
Scampering down ready to save a life but all I have is layed down.
Tears dripping down my face as I see all lay to waste just like it never existed
I then realise how humanity cherish what they have until it stops to exist.
The rumble was once a building standing tall to accommodate all we cherished
But life had other plans as the rumble lay scattered until we had nothing to cherish.
Being alive is a gift we soon realise that when that is all we have left
Material things start to fade off then you realize you have nothing left.
A victim of my environment some would say as we lay another body to rest
But just beneath the rumble a rare talent is aching to come back from the rest.
All we cherish was once layed to waste while all we wanted was also part of the waste.
The little talk that counts still makes people less aware.
Can't we go back to the way our gestures made people more aware.
A little "thank you" won't affect your ego but it can help to clear the tensions that come your way.
Why did we forget how the word "please" could change how people can affect our day.
Even the sound of politeness is lost in how we address ourselves this days.
When did society lose it's way even our kids have nothing to learn nowadays.
Back to the small talk who else can justify the structure that is lost in our ways
Too much of little talk already neglected maybe we can include it back in our ways.
Culture was meant to make our essence unique. Not doubting what civilization did to our generation, but on the long run nothing beats what a little courtesy can do... Respect is indeed reciprocal 👀
On my journey to stardom I came across so many people that changed my perception
Each time I was on the verge of giving up they came along and made me see a new perception.
So I am glowing because my thoughts are actually different from the way they used to be
I realised the people in my corner are meant to push me more than I used to be.
So the focus is slowly shifting from who we were before to a fresh new beginning
As soon as I look up to the sky I see angels in disguise pointing me towards a new beginning.
Life could be pretty funny at times. In some moments you feel alone waiting for someone to run along and gear you towards your goals. Some angels are among us who tend to shine the light we are so desperate to dim .
Steady on the grind I would let the success make the loud noise
As soon as you see me running clear the path so I wouldn't make a loud noise.
On my road to success but the quiet mode activated I don't need an audience
Jotting down the ideas then making sure I pick the one to show the audience.
This late nights is taking a toll on me I really need to get my mind right
Heavy silence enveloping my mind as soon as I start to get it right.
Dosing off during the daytime even the long walks isn't possible anymore
But I am still working in silence I don't want my story to make the news anymore.
My isolation game still on check so my hustle needs to change most definitely
Unsatisfied by the recent decisions made by those above them
So scared to talk or even voice out against those above them.
Sitting hungry in silence letting the dictator dictate their fate
Not minding how their life is on a pause so they could seal their fate.
Too much silence enveloping our mind even our fears is starting to stand out
Why do we keep grumbling when our voice could actually make us stand out.
The face of society isn't who we are but how we fight against what we want
The fate of the grumbling crowd I wouldn't have a chance to see if they get what they want.
Still trying to figure out if we are meant to be voiceless or we should our voice for a true cause.
Still stuck in the same spot that I was seen the last time you lent an helping hand
I am tired of leaning on people as soon as my problems start to unfold like I don't have the helping hand.
I realise my own problems are there for a reason to push me towards what I am looking out for
So once the mind changes the focus should basically shift from what we have to what we set out for.
But I am back on the same spot I lost the power that pushed me beyond limits
How do I recover from staying stuck all my life I need to find how to exceed my limits.
So I scamper having a new energy in play as I focus on how to improve on myself
Not knowing how the outcome will play out
But still I want to keep improving on myself.
Don't wait on the exact thing that pushed you towards your limits until you need a new reason to grind.
If I was a fruit would your first reaction be to devour every piece that I let you take
Would you choose me above anyone else or just look past and stretch to take.
Maybe my glowing skin would distract you and all do is fall endless in love and just gaze
Never minding what people say as you savour every piece of me not minding the hungry gaze.
Droplets of my remains litter the hungry floor, don't bother reaching out to me, if not I will be no more
Already thinking of biting a piece of me harder!!! than you did before, until you can have no more.
But the pictures of the smashed watermelon in my head chases the cravings before i even start to devour
More pictures already developing in my head as I hold my tongue and clamour
Loose change is the new harsh reality... A new black race is evolving learn to keep your grip on the edge. We were meant to run through hell but we came back stronger. A race that matters. Smashed watermelon for those that choose too matter. #BLM🏴
Staring at what seems like an unknown face
Trying to depict what looks like an unknown phrase
Checking my head aching it for an unknown place
Where I can settle and the words will flow freely
Am not just a cypher who writes words freely
Sometimes all I see and hear are only my words
Waiting on those that will become my words
The pain behind the scribble is not just my words.
Aching mind and soul all because you are always on the verge of productivity
Another life lost in the slum is nothing new to those who can relate
But the hidden mystery behind this new corpse left people more than they could relate.
Two slugs were pulled out while he was lieing behind his back has he lay lifeless
Cold hands of death snatching another innocent life turning him lifeless.
Tired of saying this same stories I wouldn't be the one behind the camera next
Life in the slums isn't what you picture you never know who appears on the camera next.
Two slugs is a new slogan as soon as another body is seen on the floor fighting for his last breathe
As we secure what was left behind the little memories was just wondering about how he lost his breathe.
I wasn't thinking straight while I drafed the demise of a soul so dear to me but the streets snatched another brother
Am already a millionaire in my mind so am planning my will
You there in the corner you in need of a dime
I think now I have more than enough it won't remain a dime.
Foolish spending got me checking my pocket for bills
Stacking the paper don't get angry for am missing my bills.
Second share is always the largest my eyes closed hoping for a call
Mouth agape don't look my way tears sprinkling on my face
Hate to admit my twisted will is just like a bell hanging on my face.
Holding on to a new way to my existence
How do you describe that feeling, when your device keeps blowing up.
Deep down you have one eye glued to your goals, but society won't let you stay up.
The illusion that we need to satisfy all the energy, that comes our way is never enough.
Times are changing so get your priorities right, people tend to channel their pain, though you until you've had enough.
The only thing shielding you from achieving a whole lot more, is how you spend time with yourself.
But a whole lot of people that don't understand this principle, creep up on you, when you have time for yourself.
Decision making time how would you achieve the impossible, when you are shielding your own growth
"A stitch in time saves nine" is very crucial so learn to stay foused on your growth.
The value of time is basically on how we utilize it as individuals.
Our 24hours can truly be purposeful if used right. Learn not to overwhelm yourself with too much. Instead keep your focus on your main priorities for the day, in relation to your level of growth👣
How close can they be?
Is the reality the main reason, they let me be?
The way I am been stared at still keeps me from holding on to my new found existence
Always finding my way back in the midst of people who lurk around because of the mystery of my existence.
How come he is superficial and faint hearted?
On a closer look words like "egocentric" and accommodating fuels their hatred.
I still believe they are meant to be a close shave giving me the push I need
But I need to stop writing about them no wonder life crushes every challenges when I am in need.
Ever had some set of people gasping for breathe anything you are in sight?
A new victim of close admirers I really need to shade my energy anytime they are in sight.
A different phase that I soon be with my own found reality. Why am I on the verge of tears as society still struggle to understand what I am made of? Should I still be distant or hold on to the fact that anguish and pain fuels who I am meant to be. I am staring at them on plain sight but the reality I am seeing is sending me back into the illusion that I am truly unique. But we all need each other to thrive because their pain is my fuel while my mystery keeps them anticipating who I want to become 🔜
A new discovery as I draft this last words that I am hoping on deleting once I am done
I really need to make a stand as I choose to listen to the whispers as soon as I am done.
The pages lay blank but the ideas are filled with a lot to fill a book to the brim
On another quest as soon as my Listeners realise I just wasted their time in exchange for a trim.
A lot of blank pages on my notes making me doubt myself anytime I hold my pen to pass down the knowledge
The only reason that keeps me from relenting or stopping is that I can't seem to hold on to the knowledge.
A lot to say but enough of what I have to add. Ever experienced writer's block and nothing seems to flow your way.... it's already starting ✍️
Steadily on a conscious pace aiming for the best view in the world
All I see is moving vehicles and people only when you place yourself in the middle of the world.
I am lost in the middle of the scenario i created In my head
On the look out for new adventures that I can put into writing from my head.
Moving the bricks and I slowly realize I am in the midst of my greatest treasure
My window view is the story of how I feel when I choose to embrace my best treasure.
A lot has been going on and I am slowly finding comfort in the simplest places.
My thinking is slowly becoming different as I check behind my shoulders each time to secure myself
Rarely never on the influence so all I think about is the reality that I can only see by myself.
Mind clouded but in reality nothing seems to make sense anymore as I dodge every arrow
But looking feeble and weak each time I am baked make you wish you had a wheelbarrow.
People ask me why am I thoughts so different like I am seeing a new reality
The following was what ensured when a paranoid thinker showed them a new reality.
The way our head spins while we think deeply makes me realise how different we are. The very fact that our specie is rare and unique brings out the thoughts that cloud even the darkest minds.☁️
Who else has seen the men in Black
Heart and face painted like they are in charge.
We all know who bark the orders out from the back
But don't blame the system blame the man in Black
I want a reality where you will see a all white system
Where men would usher you into their car no matter the crimes committed
But all I see is killings and suffering for my people
I am not an activist I am just learning to speak for my people.
Don't just be the change learn to stand for your people
Men in black in this picture will only do more harm than good to my people
In trying times like this we need our security officials to act civil but the reverse is the case...#StopTheKillings
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.
I had to stop thinking the old way until I realise that the old way got me this far on my journey
What would you gamble for your own very life to continue to exist
Is it the lack of joy you clearly fail to observe even as you continue to exist.
Or the conviction that things won't allign until you stop wishing
A lone attitude about what could possibly go wrong still wishing.
A nice way to speak more to your self but it won't create any result
Onlookers already judgmental some even gave you a fail score as a result.
A safe prediction won't fully be in place if you don't stop wishing and act now.
All said and done I won't be a tool for a safe prediction
Don't judge the path I walked because of my past
The future isn't promised but I still learn to walk fast.
Casting out the possibilities but still hoping on what seems to come fast.
Different journey but a few to play the game with their hands *****
The paper we chasing don't mind if I look at you *****.
Crumbled notes all we have is the accumulated paper
Being a sinner is not just how I choose to find the paper
Moving steps but the path is a sinful one.
The period when everyone is advised to quench their taste the best way
The lieing time when people walk around hoping you get back on the right way.
The undecisive period you have to choose between society and you thinking the right way.
Everytime the ideas start trolling in you advise yourself to go to sleep
Anxious readers hoping on a drop but you let the ideas go to sleep.
Believing that a new one is underway so you clear your head of the old ones
The fallow period happens once in a while I can imagine their reaction when they listen to the new ones.
The moment you need to pause and reflect but it changes everything
Drowning myself in another bottle strictly for the pain
Tired of staring at the droplets hoping to quench the pain.
Another shot for my misery I totally need to drench my pain
Not relenting I really think I need another shot for the pain
But I am sure the broken bottles won't solve the pain.
But I am still draining myself soul into opening this new bottle
A bottle for the pain I really need to stop holding all this bottles.
The isolation is giving us new tactics to cope with our individual self but I bet the bottle won't stay long in the shelf
The city that growls in laughter and merriment suddenly becomes silent
A ghost town is what it is called now the people slowly becoming silent.
Gidi state of mind is what my city is called but the hustle stay silent nothing is in sight
A pandemic is what we heard was coming but the real suffering is in sight.
Tired of living so many suicide thoughts already enveloping the mind of a believer
Another day another drama I won't lie the pain can be felt by a true believer.
The silent city was once loud nothing could shake what we believe in
But persistence is key I choose to imagine a new reality we all believe in.
The pandemic is affecting everyone don't just share the message...pray for world healing
The story follows suit of how a voiceless person can comprehend
I was just ripped off my pride I hope the everyday person can comprehend
Not knowing who to run to I was gestured back to reality by a hand gesture
I was mesmerizing when those hands started healing me with his gesture.
Soon I had a feeling I was directed to an higher purpose than I left behind
The voice in my head that was silent now began to pick what it left behind.
My journey was fruitful soon as the voiceless helper changed what I had in mind.
My dream turned to reality when the block is now unfolding new realities.
Heart pounding still revealing the hidden wound that never cease to close in place.
Pushed around heading to a precise destination hoping the waves fix us in place.
Different mistakes floating onto the surface making us close our face in shame
Mind buggled heading to the law still trying very hard to cover up the little shame.
The journey looks beautiful when looked at from the finish line holding the ribbon with pain.
Letting nature fix the troubled waves is best if we are still willing to get rid of this single pain.
Life could be harsh in some ways dishing out fake fragments of our new found reality.
Don't sweat or worry about the new found pain.
It was made to strengthen your will💪
Jogging through my mind i am already creating a new fear
Holding on to what goes through my mind I won't hold on to the fear
Not knowing what to do begs a question who gets the fear
But a new direction is on it's way I bet the next person won't lose his fears
Imagining certain outcomes in my head I believe it's helping to conquer my fears
Need to break down my fears I really need to change what I perceive.
But the key to overcoming fear has not spilled itself out until I change what I perceive.
Not the kind of recipe you are expecting but it's not a bad trial after all.