As I begin to pronounce in old English, the freedom I now enjoy is new.

What irony is It that to be well read was the antidote for feeling blue.

It’s my proclamation that “nothing” is always the best answer if I’m asking “what shall I do?”

True intelligence is total abandonment for need of appearing to possess anything true.

Obsession with utility leads to a total forsaking of any desire to debate.  

Desires to be perceived as right or superior are negative symptoms of the ego that freedom negates.

There’s immense time in the day, what is one to do with all thy hath?

Gym, read, write. Gym + Read + Write, what will be the sum of all thy’s math?

Spent 2 years focused, there’s no question if I can repeat It.

Focus is something anyone can a Ford why lease It?

I’m trying to keep the victories to myself but i’m starting to secrete It.

Hocus Pocus,

I’m super focused.

Globalization + a declining reserve currency? This time was meant to be mine.

Knowledge & magic intertwined, I'm like Seneca  & Michael Marcus in their prime.

Please don’t reach out to me.

Think too much Harry Potter got to me.

Trading too ease, I’m plucking them out by the 3’s.

I always felt like just 5 days was disrespectful to the beach.

Freedom shouldn't feel like something we have to sneak.

You get what I mean?

There’s no I, but I’m pretty sure I can put the M behind my team and….

A darkness approaches, candles made of desires fade into the obscurity one by one.

There is a thin line between healing and creating a monster, what do you get when your insecurities are undone?

How do you think you’d feel?

Be careful what you imagine for the mind possesses a proclivity to manifest them real.

In my darkest hour I studied my heroes, but summoned a monster to save me.

Stumbling over my steps, I did not calculate the price of the stability he gave me.

There was horrific power in men who’ve died, most escaped life having cloaked It.

A darkness approaches, and I send my apologies,  for I myself, provoked It.

I waited my turn, didn’t ever get jealous.

I’m bald, I hope you don’t notice the swelling.

If the stock go down, you know that I’m selling.

Poet turned wizard, I doubled my spelling.

& I’m not worried bout a crash or It snapping

Cause Plucky gone be short when It happen.

Show me your friends, I’ll show you your future, everybody numbers up.

Best friend a world champion, I’m a wizard aka the runner up.

When you pause on a mountain there’s a vast path to the peak, to turn back isn’t short either.

Distance will not depend on earthly metrics but rather if the mind is one of an achiever.

To quit may be quick but life is long when you sell yourself short.

Life is not a game but It is the ultimate sport.  

you see we’re aging, people are getting married, having sons and daughters.

Some people hate this but the best parts of any sport are the 3rd and 4th quarters.

I made It this far off of effort & a good coach, at long last, I know the rules.

If your life was a 30 for 30, would It be a bland cookie cutter path or would there be an actual jewel?

I’ve realized the end of an earthly life isn’t the fear, we fear what we will be thinking when we die.

I don’t know about you, but I’m terrified to arrive there knowing I didn’t try.

When your time is free, what do you do with It? These birthdays feel like timeouts but the clock is still ticking.

Dreams unrealized are the only things we should be concerned with missing.

Life is a time where you truly only need one chef in the kitchen.

The real chefs conjure with what they have, spending no time on what’s missing.

Imagine your kitchen, what would you make if you had the ability to improvise like Ramsey?

So why do you pray with doubt, surely God can make your dreams with what you have can’t he?

The pessimist sees a pigeon where the optimist sees a dove.

Pick up those pots, heat up that oven, and grab some gloves.

I see friends in the pantry, breathe, youth, and all that love.

Your glass is  half full with those ingredients? You have enough.

Heard the Heavenly Father say Thomas just stacked a plethora of edits son, the light bulb was made by small errors.

Only way to fail is if he called me home. If I must roll in the deep I promise to make everyone rich pallbearers.

Moving to the beat of my own drum, I’m destined to finish the journey even if they stop believing.

Less focused on what I’ll be able to possess, more obsessed with what they’ll say when they’re grieving.

A decade’s time of stacking and stashing dimes.

History doesn’t repeat itself but I’m the next word in human history that tends to rhyme.

I studied the predecessors before my time, a frightening realization to feel that we’re in mine.

There was nothing special about the first men to reach the peak of Everest, they just decided to climb.

Stones can no longer pop my bubble, I’ll go in any space, any room, any market and air It out.

I trade so well it’s scary now.

Your career is what you do, It is not who you are.

If we’re just measuring light then every human being can say they’re a star.

How will the universe help us when we put our dreams on a wanted sign, selling out to see our imaginations come to life?

What if life is meaningless, just a canvas where our paint gives meaning to life?

The point of life is to end, but we’ve found a way to make significance of the path to non existence.

Creativity and self expression is more than a desire for autonomy, It’s a resistance.

A refusal to accept the insignificance, big dreams help us to forget that we’re all so small.

Our brains respond to our sensory inputs, we don’t live life but rather we live whatever software we choose to install.

I know God is in control but between you and me.

I was kinda hoping I could be….