Steps taken to avoid an intrusive abuser that Is bent on catching my breath
A new reason to remain fearful and linger back so I can really catch my breath.

The new steps catching up to me am obviously on the edge I won't bulge still
Tears dripping down my face and my fear enveloping me I won't scream still.

A new way to direct my energy as soon as the obvious truth gets to me
Slowly counting my loss in the hope of avoiding the tragedy that will get to me.

Am known to solve problems my own way which is to do nothing and let it flow
The mystery man is me I won't consider shielding my mind away from the flow.

The crucial times when everything sets in and life waves farewell
Rewind to when the first cry was heard and the happy child was bidding farewell.

The clustering around of well-wishers merrying and enjoying the new moment
A new mystery placed down on earth without a real purpose truly defined
The message stuck in my head but getting it out is not truly defined.

A step by step relationship in the moment you are trying to catch a point
The last minutes tick tock like a time but in  reality am trying to make a point.

The period when everyone is advised to quench their taste the best way
The lieing time when people walk around hoping you get back on the right way.
The undecisive period you have to choose between society and you thinking the right way.

Everytime the ideas start trolling in you advise yourself to go to sleep
Anxious readers hoping on a drop but you let the ideas go to sleep.

Believing that a new one is underway so you clear your head of the old ones
The fallow period happens once in a while I can imagine their reaction when they listen to the new ones.

Arguing about a similar outcome that you just got out from
Still complaining about a situation you can't control and didn't get out from.

Holding on to an energy that looks bleaks and drains what you have left
Not enjoying every moment that life throws at you because you have nothing left.

Still reminiscing on how your previous life would have been a perfect blessing if you didn't wake up
On the self reflecting journey on what could become of your very own existence if you didn't wake up.

Still arguing with yourself in your new body untill you start bringing the negative vibes back

On a flight leaving my comfort zone heading out to a better zone
Not really pumped up am leaving my home to be in second place out of my zone.

Stories of how my forefathers were slaves always jolts me back to my reality
The chains that bounded my chest and pain within my lips always bring me back to reality.

Am still a product of my circumstances my colour doesn't define how I move on my trail
The gaze from the bystanders letting me know am out of place in my trail.

Have been living on trial all my life every new step looks like a big mistake
Am living without chains in my mind but physically I might still be a huge mistake.

The shadows started by forming a shape of death dressed up in fear
Millions of people startled out in fear as soon as the distance shadows was in clear.

A new nation fled to his knees by the giant hand of an evil dictator
People learn to take what they want by force even if u call them a dictator.

Children sperated from their mum's embrace tear drops litter the floor
Blood act as sweat as the whip against the flesh makes a mere man cling to the floor.

The distance shadows represents the unforgiving people who prey on the weak
The believer look up to the sky hoping for his grace to protect the distance shadows from the weak.

Born in the family of an heavy fighter
Aimted to be a great believer than a fighter.

A new legacy that am working on so I can get fame
Not following the trend that was already in place so I can change the game.

The flows waking me up at my alone time I could see the direction change
A new wave showing me the way I could feel the energy making me to change.

The pen am holding is meant to change lives and steer a new ship
The writer is born with a clear purpose some don't realise they can clinge to the moving ship.

Ideas flowing in even on lonely days the dairy of a lonely writer giving the power to change the game
Physically drained but emotionally still the same writer that will use his ideas to change the game

Mind deepened as soon as I pick up the ink and scribble
Not knowing the next step to take but still directing a new scribble.

The block is now constant I really need to get the information out anyway
My readers already anxious waiting for the legendary poet to come deliver anyway.

Nobody realises that the mind is filled with different stumbling blocks that can *******
Matching the ideas together already but the outcome would make you *******.

A new direction is the only true essence of what am getting for myself
If you mind for a bite just tap in the story that I just told you about myself.

Staring at a still reflection of myself in my mirror
Don't blame what am looking at my life staring back at my mirror.

Looking back to when it all started under a pretence that I was growing
I was losing part of my existence anytime I was turning.

The original is still mixed up with the fake side don't wait on the side turn
Step by step I realize am mixing the good and bad in this sharp turn.

Making a lot of mistake and realizing down the road is all a lesson
Hating on the original I couldn't blame who would not follow my lessons.

**** text asking for a little skin approach don't be scared
The demand is getting high not the less don't act scared.

New reason to demand for what your desires can push out
Line up a new reason to rediscover yourself when heading out.

Clothes off your mind a new perspective can shake you towards the right direction
Not knowing what tomorrow holds is still a new reason to define your own direction.

What are you in this life for is the right question to ask your very existence