Poetically I'm the best thing you've ever seen and I don't mean to be cocky
I'm not social enough to have friends to stop me
My head is still in the clouds like your favorite rappers baby picture
I paint like the black Picasso but nobody can see my bigger picture
I'm just looking to find my calling in life and hoping I'm poetically gifted enough to have people study my words like bible scripture
Mathematically and scientifically I'm far behind the pack
My love for nursing is still as alive as ever but I think a career for me in nursing is where I take a step back
I can't comprehend the formulas and equations like the others
Maybe I'm not meant to be in the hospital environment like the others
Ink and paper is where my bread could be financially buttered most
I just wanna shine bright like a diamond
And have confidence and stop hiding
Behind my poetic commas
Buy a house for my mama
And make her proud and be a better man than my papa
My life's calling still hasn't called but I'm trying to be patient
It feels like centuries ago I knew what I wanted to do but now it feels ancient
I'm at the crossroads of my life
Unsure whether to cross roads hoping they lead somewhere promising or be a trooper and see this current route to the end and see what'll happen with my life