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Apr 2022
I’m on the right road of the wrong path
Should be first but I am dead last
Heading true north but I’m south bound
Trying to swim, more like trying to drown

Look I am just trying to move forward in my life. Put some distance in my rearview and grow in my life. Catch a rhythm leading up and explore in this life. Soaring over shooting stars and ****** success with the rest of my life.

Take a step forward but I am yanked back
Spun around and Ka thwacked
Speaking truths but fed lies
Watch the vision forward, wither and die

Play the game but I cannot compete. Each new rule leads me to defeat. Picked only to be released. Now I am behind again, dealing with a handicap so massive it’s missive. Rolling die when I should be spinning the wheel. Kinging when I should be checking. Moving pieces that don’t belong.

So, I try again to play the game
Looking fly but really lame
New tactics but the results stay the same
Stay out of trouble but get the blame

All and all I see the end. The way out is to make my way out. No feints or fake outs. Just a simple plan laid out. No exaggerated, grandiose, exuberated exit. Just a normal walk-out.
Written by
byron Johnson jr  33/M/california
(33/M/california)   
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