Steady on the grind I would let the success make the loud noise
As soon as you see me running clear the path so I wouldn't make a loud noise. On my road to success but the quiet mode activated I don't need an audience Jotting down the ideas then making sure I pick the one to show the audience. This late nights is taking a toll on me I really need to get my mind right Heavy silence enveloping my mind as soon as I start to get it right. Dosing off during the daytime even the long walks isn't possible anymore But I am still working in silence I don't want my story to make the news anymore.
My isolation game still on check so my hustle needs to change most definitely
Steadily on a conscious pace aiming for the best view in the world
All I see is moving vehicles and people only when you place yourself in the middle of the world. I am lost in the middle of the scenario i created In my head On the look out for new adventures that I can put into writing from my head. Moving the bricks and I slowly realize I am in the midst of my greatest treasure My window view is the story of how I feel when I choose to embrace my best treasure.
A lot has been going on and I am slowly finding comfort in the simplest places.
Another life lost in the slum is nothing new to those who can relate
But the hidden mystery behind this new corpse left people more than they could relate. Two slugs were pulled out while he was lieing behind his back has he lay lifeless Cold hands of death snatching another innocent life turning him lifeless. Tired of saying this same stories I wouldn't be the one behind the camera next Life in the slums isn't what you picture you never know who appears on the camera next. Two slugs is a new slogan as soon as another body is seen on the floor fighting for his last breathe As we secure what was left behind the little memories was just wondering about how he lost his breathe.
I wasn't thinking straight while I drafed the demise of a soul so dear to me but the streets snatched another brother
Regardless to say we all need hope to live a life we truly deserve
But taking a sneak peak outside I realise the smell of fear as I observe. Not minding the unnecessary noise or the panicking crowd I try and focus But in reality I am just like everyone else I really need to learn than I focus. A new phase coming up regardless of whether we facing it or not Our life is about to change after this long pause are you betting on it or not. The mornings are becoming longer than expected I really need a new hobby As soon as I check to see the light I realise it Is still dark outside from the lobby.
Look around and really imagine how life would be when it all go back to the way to was before.
Always painting a new picture about how the future will look so fancy
Promises flying here and there still hopeful I would live a life so fancy. Then the reality struck like a thief in the night I had to leave with no shirts on Tears finding it's way down my cheeks as I stare at the life I would venture on. The life I imagined is only few feets away but the reach is never within my grasp Waiting for the phone call that would just make my reality come within my grasp. Then a silent voice whispered into my confused head letting me know what I faced No golden ticket was printed or expected you have to gear towards the reality you faced.
This idea came while I was strolling out online then I realized I was living a life still holding on to the past
Drowning myself in another bottle strictly for the pain
Tired of staring at the droplets hoping to quench the pain. Another shot for my misery I totally need to drench my pain Not relenting I really think I need another shot for the pain But I am sure the broken bottles won't solve the pain. But I am still draining myself soul into opening this new bottle A bottle for the pain I really need to stop holding all this bottles.
The isolation is giving us new tactics to cope with our individual self but I bet the bottle won't stay long in the shelf
Sensing the huge wall built behind the mind of who is in pain
The only solution offered will be a therapy as quiet as the one in pain. Slowly using words to pick out the emotions stored inside the hidden mind Another quick therapy I don't know how to fix the depressed mind. On a new discovery on how silence can change the way people perceive themselves Back to the Quiet therapy for those who are tired of running away from themselves.
Turning to a new way of pouring out my feelings I hope people realise that I am also human
Jogging through my mind i am already creating a new fear
Holding on to what goes through my mind I won't hold on to the fear Not knowing what to do begs a question who gets the fear But a new direction is on it's way I bet the next person won't lose his fears Imagining certain outcomes in my head I believe it's helping to conquer my fears Need to break down my fears I really need to change what I perceive. But the key to overcoming fear has not spilled itself out until I change what I perceive.
Not the kind of recipe you are expecting but it's not a bad trial after all.
Two pairs of shoes is all I see to keep me smiling
Not that I wanted more from the crowd to keep me grinding. Being alone is like a drug only few understand the joy But don't mistake my solitude for weakness because I play with my toy. The young mind is set to explode when it is left to crunch But don't allow the freedom you allow yourself a reason to crush. The mind is just a gateway drug to the reality that lies hidden Solitude is the key to see through everything that is hidden.
Discovering myself with a set of new eyes that never left in between.
Toiling day and night you can feel the pain beneath my feet
Joyfully sometimes but the continuous stares make my check beneath my feet. Wires surrounding me I didn't realize I was building myself a cage Hard to break open I didn't realise I would need a key for my cage. Brain washed into believing I had a job but deep down I was wasting away Even my youthfulness that I possessed had changed and the old face is staring my way. I can't turn back the hands of time as I sat down mending my cage Blood dripping down my wrist as I still realise I am stucked in a cage. A short letter to my younger self never belief everything you think Following the crowd made me believe I was building a future until I had nothing to think.
I had to stop thinking the old way until I realise that the old way got me this far on my journey