You emerged from the breaking dawn glittering to rival the rising sun. Molten gold dripped from the tips of your fingers; shimmering dust encrusted your footprints. Had our paths not crossed, I'd not be frozen here; a statue of fool's gold, the work of your touch. But I'm stuck in your kingdom, watching the golden age waiting until you wash your hands in the river and come back to me — you are cursed with the Midas touch, and I am cursed for making you king.
Had a conversation with Midas; It got me thinking different. Lebron James flow, I guess that y’all the witness. I’m contemplating so much, it’s hard to write a sentence. Early stage of my twenty’s, yet still I feel a menace. We blur the lines of life and death whether it’s right or wrong. But I love you through everything; still I’m holding on.
And for so long I just been locked away. Been writing in notebooks trying to find my way. Midas sat and he told me I shouldn’t sell my soul. You need to just get the ball rolling, you getting old. Your heart got cold, sat in the freezer on the early days of summer, to chill, now you writing but against your will. And I’m crying. And on the inside I’m dying. Every body says be strong, and believe me I’m trying. Midas said that I be lying. To get infatuation. I wiped my eyes and I asked how to change this situation. He said it’s your destination. Change up your formation. And stop all that leaking on the internet about complications. Found that open door. But you don’t wanna walk thru. I love you through everything should’ve dropped; somehow I thought I lost you. But later it will cost you. Know you feeling kinda awful Ima come back and see just where this conversation got you. But I didn’t tell it all. I figured I would call, And tell Midas I’m focused and I’m ready to ball. While I sit, just all alone in a empty hall. As all of my mishaps are posters on the wall.