Who knows when I'll arrive
But
When I do
Don't act surprised
I've spent countless nights
In my head
Coast to coast
Sea to sea
Where the sky changes colors as you please
And the fear of death
Is a figment of imagination
I bask in the essence
Every chance I get
And I've come to realization
That this world of my creation
Exists only while I abandon my inner slave
And truly determine that the wrestling matches
With the monkey on my back
Are not to derail my inhibitions
But to constructively build my path
As a man
And keep me chasing dragons
Not for the joyride
But to feed my hungry soul
With the food my grandmothers
Cooked to stay positive
Amidst termoil
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Who knows when I'll arrive
But
When I do
Don't act surprised
I've spent countless nights
In my head
Coast to coast
Sea to sea
Where the sky changes colors as you please
And the fear of death
Is a figment of imagination
I bask in the essence
Every chance I get
And I've come to realization
That this world of my creation
Exists only while I abandon my inner slave
And truly determine that the wrestling matches
With the monkey on my back
Are not to derail my inhibitions
But to constructively build my path
As a man
And keep me chasing dragons
Not for the joyride
But to feed my hungry soul
With the food my grandmothers
Cooked to stay positive
Amidst termoil
