I live in these words with confidence.
I am, eternally golden.
I am, abundance.
I am, despised by few.
I am, the solution.
I am, defined as unique.
I am, all that I am.
My efforts authenticate with the paitent.
With an immortally present muse my latest and greatest manifesto will not be ignored.
The best is yet to come.
Yet they picture me stagnant, displeased by the way I see.
Having time to be me is looked at as precious commodity.
Theres nothing left to say; inside screaming please just look this way. Hoping that you had a good day.
Sun setting remembering that sweet smelling bouquet.
Amused by the way things change. Wondering why folks think I'm the one whose being strange.
How much love do you think you could spare for me?
Just a young heart purposely fit for another who can cherish the.