I think if I fall I will get up
I will take fourth this hand
I hold out for myself.
Indulge in things that I love,
Things that I strive for
Nothing truly matters now,
But what matters to me
Is that I become what I want to be.
And nothing less.
No distractions.
Ignoring the poison people try to give you.
Don't listen to them.
Your own ideas will unfold.
Like a roll of parchment that
you accidentally drop down the stairs.
Your own red carpet of fame.
It's funny how I speak to myself
Trying to convince myself that I'm ****.
My logic will always conquer
That which is unfit in my mind.
So bow down my inner self.
You are your own majesty.
A king.