The hurdle you are scared to climb is just ahead of you
The only obstacle that stands in your way is just feets from you.

Only you have the power to change how your story changes you
Living life on the chronicles it would look like the fight is against you.

Don't sweat imagine when you win would it be you against you?
The mirror staring back at you is constantly telling you how it can be you
Don't just limit how your thinking can affect a new you.

A new reason to hope and to administer our long lost faith
A new fantasy in our minds on how the past can affect our faith.

A new tenacy to redo all our past mission so we can achieve the impossible
A new technique to adopt so all the stiff ideas would move the impossible.

A new reason to reach out to my lost chronicles and adopt a first impression
A new diary on my table I think I need to document another first impression.

A new doctrine we need to adopt so the new message can find it's way out
Spreading a new message from my lips I believe the tone would find it's way out.

The reason love is supernatural to some and bitter to some
Still discovering how life can be fair to some and candid to some.

Needless to say love is a word that need no explanation if you can read
But the story in between it can fail the smartest even if you can read.

My sunshine is a puzzle to some and a mystery to others
The sun shinning on me might be due to how your sunshine reflects to others.

A pawn was just molded for the sole purpose of obeying a new master
Obedient like a glass but empty like a cup in the bid to please his new master.

Life pointing towards different direction but the way out is still the same
The hungry masters clamouring for a jolly meal while the slave stays the same
Undiscovered and never growing until the day she realizes how she remains the same.

Steadily looking out for the masters that would use the whip upon her back
How the watchful masters sounded when the took her pride behind her back.

Descending into another dimension of her life
Already changing matters from domestic to  family life.

Still scared of the watchful eyes of her masters as they prey behind her back.

A place everyone call home but nobody wants to associate with
The home everyone wants to go to but no one is accustomed with.

The shadows that hide behind the walkway lurking in the dark
Don't prey on the weak because you are always hiding in the dark.

The journey is short but the stumbling blocks makes you weak
Hoping the night won't swallow your innocence so you won't be weak.

The only place I call home but smells like fear
The walk home is different don't mind if I cling to my fear.

Slowly dancing to the upbeat letting the world know of your presence
But life would wrap the melody in keys gifting you like a present.

Don't fear the rhythm is just meant to steer you towards the beat
But the main key of life is are you actually dancing to be free
I once saw a man move every ounce of it's body just to dance free.

But in the moment I realised the melody was for who is in need
You can't live life on the brink of hoping that you can't be in need
The rhythm is a guide when you are creating a content for those in need.

Holding on to the last words that I still have in my breath
Stampeding on the only ground I still have under my belt.

Lost in the scenarios that I created all by myself
Nurturing the only dilenma I created all by myself.

Wasted and confused I think that idea just went down the drain
Thought I wrote it down I felt we all thought like we have a brain.

**** am getting ahead of myself again won't I fail again
The beauty of a pen confession you are not sure if it will happen again.

**** text asking for a little skin approach don't be scared
The demand is getting high not the less don't act scared.

New reason to demand for what your desires can push out
Line up a new reason to rediscover yourself when heading out.

Clothes off your mind a new perspective can shake you towards the right direction
Not knowing what tomorrow holds is still a new reason to define your own direction.

What are you in this life for is the right question to ask your very existence

Still waiting on my order in the four walls of  my cell
Had to wait in line before I could get out of my cell.

Staggering feet then I knew it could come to my end
But the game needs change I just need inspiration in my head.

Unable to move confine to what my staggering thought whispers
The drunk inmate as am fondly called could give you glitters
On the new dimension I won't mind if your mind makes my shivers.

Spreading all sort of knowledge across don't cringe for a new leader
The drunk inmate isn't just a title don't wait until you are made a leader.

Tune it down is what I tell the creativity that echoes in my mind
Opinion too loud you can literary have a conversation with my mind.

Am shutting everyone off don't blame what I have going on
Why don't you get it am just glad everyone is moving on.

Why are you still bitter don't you want anyone to be around
I guess am not used to the noise that everyone hovers around.

The less quiet it sounds the more my mind start to come alive
Still clinging to the noise around I might need it to come alive.

Glued to the phone viewing a display it never saw before
Life is changing again turning to a fiction we've never seen before.

The modern mystery got us all glued to innovation and technology
Pushing and scouring for the next invention only to drop it for another
The mind controlled beyond limits only because we envy another.

On the verge of what is happening don't hope for another change
The focus is now on a new device based on what is viewed to change.

The modern mind is viewing change just like an update on his device.

Looking back to when I first had my first encounter
It meant everything to me that the details remains a reminder
Quenching every drip of pain that came as a reminder.

The automobile just speed pass my body like an obstacle
All I wanted was to please who always love my obstacle.

The pure love coupled with the foolishness of my youth
The true meaning of life that I ever wanted was to gain back my youth.

Eyes open wide awake like a light bulb just had it's way
Don't worry never mind like who's gonna let that idea down the way
Fully awake in my mind but only a fool will understand their is no way.

The images in my screen looks more like me but am playing another scenario
Was I drunk or did someone just chase me into my own scenario.

Lost in the chronicles I created my strength weighing me down
The clear picture of what am becoming is tearing me down.

A quick future display got me scared of how many people am letting down
But the images left out how many people would turn me down.

Am still lost in my own mind filtering through the images that appear in bumps
My bumping image is a mixture of the past but my present refuses to be in doubt.

Head bowed down so you can see your visible feet
Not that you have a choice but to get back to your feet.

Life is going sideways and you hoping you have a manual to cope with
But life stories is wild expecting to cope with all the challenges
You gotta pick yourself up and believe the sadness is just a challenge.

The circumstances doesn't change only if you change your attitude
Life picking up everyone and dropping them like a ball ready to fall.

But you are still bowed down like a egg ready to drop
Your smile is meant to radiate the world but won't show if u don't bulge.

Life on the edge to me is like cloud
Ain't nothing she ever did that made me mad.

Until my pupil was the center of discussion
Started asking about the color
And the point of the vigour
I was more of an introvert in discussing matters.

But I still won't let my pupil or it's color
Make me lose my date with my THc.

Don't want to talk trash about the person I love the most
But in the midst of that I still need to highlight what he does the most.

Straight out of school attention shaking for a right position
Lone boy on waters you only need to discover your main position.

Dad always raise his brow at me when I refuse to follow the straight guideline
He also should remember he wasn't cajoled to follow any strict guideline.

So why am I a victim of the only person that I solely look up to
Circumstances turning a real dad to an old school dad no doubt too.

My life is like a self afflicted job always seeing the unseen before anybody else
The pen that stay stuck to my hands always writing the unheard before anyone else.

Life of a poet I didn't even prepare my head for the life journey am heading down
Nemesis catching up on me before I make a quick sound
Holding on to a new believe that am left in the ground.

Different changes all around wondering if am still alive
Unseen is like a temporary illness it won't go only with Unheard.

Be careful how your thoughts play out it might just disappear
The seasons are changing be careful how your mind make you appear.

Everyone has a cross but few are willing to add the weight
On the verge of control then everything seems to go down the drain
Don't look closer you might get lost in the drain.

Either I choose the higher road because no options left for a loner
The seasons is felt at every corner don't interrupt the loner.

On the point of reaching a new adventure don't break a sweat
Each seasons is like a game of play you have to break a sweat.

Arguing about a similar outcome that you just got out from
Still complaining about a situation you can't control and didn't get out from.

Holding on to an energy that looks bleaks and drains what you have left
Not enjoying every moment that life throws at you because you have nothing left.

Still reminiscing on how your previous life would have been a perfect blessing if you didn't wake up
On the self reflecting journey on what could become of your very own existence if you didn't wake up.

Still arguing with yourself in your new body untill you start bringing the negative vibes back

The mind of a believer is clear just like a crystal
The youth at his prime is missed up with a lot to decipher
Undergoing a clear passion to foresee the future he deciphers.

On the only lone road to actually become a true human
The mind is the only tool that projects how to see a human.

The youths rather brainstorm and meditate to achieve clarity
Youths don't actually talk they just use their mind to speak clarity.