I won't be the weak one, Although when I think and speak I may tweak some I'm just Searching for reasons To justify the swell. I will ride the undertow Sunken beneath bass lines And blunt tails Intending to take it slow. But I get a little excited sometimes, you know. So when this undertow undoubtedly Washes me ashore I'll be the imaginary statue Erected in my honor Proudly saluting every fleeting Emotion that sailed Straight through my harbor. You see, Harboring hatred is a trait I forfeited To make way for the minuscule moments and glimpses Of human existence penetrating Layers of jade and years Of conditioning and I am successfully Transitioning into persistently Acknowledging the raindrops As they hit the pavement and pop. You see some people feel the rain While others just get wet, A wise Rastafarian Once famously said. And I think on it all Far too frequently for a quiet mind But I've never had one of those Not even after rolling papers Intertwine and smoke fills my eyes, Because I am accustomed To a constant consciousness And I'd much rather this Than nothingness And thus I sit, contemplating Consequence Aspiring to avoid the guilt of Seasons past, For I am past the point of Punishment and pain ghosts and I have plenty of pangs from all The echoes In my brain and in these Rattled apartment's stains It's not all in vain Life grows these varicose Veins Colored-in, crawling across the Window panes Of the chamber where my soul remained Through the bridge until the end of The refrain. I am in reign. I rock the crown. I roll the dice when I am down I try to think twice Before I frown I contemplate the value Of the men that I allow To lay me down Now, I am grown and I am proud Because I am humble And I'm not loud Any longer, I listen To the subtle sounds of Human respiration. I am the incarnation Of ancient incantations that Shake down the walls which Separate us all All the way to the ground. True power is found Where unity resounds.