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I choose not to be defensive under constructive criticism offered by good counsel I also choose to believe that what drove me then remains what I'm about still But... Maybe my idea is aluminium and they're talking about steel I choose to realize that as talented as I happen to be, I still... Need guidance around skill Medicinal advice to take me higher than a drug Capsule or a round pill But then again I also choose... To be realistic Sever certain loyalties and lose... Those that are pessimistic I choose to see the bigger picture painted in a snow storm Cold and artistic Bring about a new wave of doing things... futuristic Reflecting back... I should have seen the message on the mirror written in red lipstick 'REDRUM!' But I was disillusioned, detached back then, I was dead... numb Then I heard a voice tell me to accept the guidance... I needed to get out of this maze, follow the bread crumbs While still swaying to my own tune, moving to my dance And start anew So, to an impoverished way of thinking I say 'adieu'.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
Anew(the ones that I didn't post on HP)
I choose not to be defensive under constructive criticism offered by good counsel I also choose to believe that what drove me then remains what I'm about still But... Maybe my idea is aluminium and they're talking about steel I choose to realize that as talented as I happen to be, I still... Need guidance around skill Medicinal advice to take me higher than a drug Capsule or a round pill But then again I also choose... To be realistic Sever certain loyalties and lose... Those that are pessimistic I choose to see the bigger picture painted in a snow storm Cold and artistic Bring about a new wave of doing things... futuristic Reflecting back... I should have seen the message on the mirror written in red lipstick 'REDRUM!' But I was disillusioned, detached back then, I was dead... numb Then I heard a voice tell me to accept the guidance... I needed to get out of this maze, follow the bread crumbs While still swaying to my own tune, moving to my dance And start anew So, to an impoverished way of thinking I say 'adieu'.
Written on Sunday, March 4, 2012 at 12:44pm
nigel-obiya
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Kenyan
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
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