You are the author of your book called life
You hold the pencil but not the knife
And you'll never find the eraser
So jst breathe n b thankful 4 all the blank paper
U can't change the start but ur now can always bend
So where will it go from here? How will u make ur story end?
You can keep wearing that frown
Or choose to not let them bring u down
They don't hold the pencil, it's you
It's up to you to let them through
It's up to you to add them to the story
And if they don't deserve it, it's ok... No need to say I'm sorry
Cause in the end it's your life not theirs
So take a bow and wipe away those tears

The World is ruled
By massive corporations
And nations.
By Trump, Putin and The Queen.

But I say again:
Only I have ownership of My Life.
For I am The King of My Mind
And, from my point of view,
When I die the Universe Ends.

It does not matter to me
That when I go,
Life goes on.
What use is that
If I’m not here
To see it?

Even now
What do I care
About what goes on
In Ivory Towers
And murky corridors of power?

Maybe it’s my Whisky
Or Autism
That informs me I am King.
And yes I’m being self-centred.
In my Matrix I’m “The One”.

But you’ll get no apology
From me.
Yes, I’ll be polite
And try (a bit) to comply
With rules of etiquette.
But don’t be fooled:
My self esteem keeps growing
As I shake off the shackles
Imposed by a society
That seeks to make most people
Little more than
Corporate slaves.

I may appear to be a “nice man”
But underneath that mask
Is a heart of steel.
For I am The King
Of My Life,
On Planet Paul.

Paul Butters

© PB 30\3\2019.

Slaughter your emotions and make magic potions of success that will keep you in motion,
Let us praise the dopamine and serotonin for atleast making some effort towards the process of motivation and activation!
Your story ain't over until you are born!
Hatch from your worldly shell,
Don't you see you have been living in hell?!
You are an architect by nature!
Design your own heaven with the positivity around you!
Your story ain't over until you have won!

Freedom.

You never know how precious, until it is taken away.
You always wish you had it, for all the days;
Someone else was deciding your fate.
You’re not saying you’re great,
But at least you’ll be the one responsible for your current state.

The one setting your life at the right pace.
Making sure you're always in the right 'headspace'.
Making sure that every step, is the one you want to take.
Making sure that in the end, you can look back with a smile on your face.

Knowing, that this was your life.
That it was yours, and not the plaything of others.
That you bared your cross, and because of it, you were stronger.
That you made your own choices, and in the end, there is indeed nothing sweeter.