Freewheeling connections on belief to lead, rule, follow and support. Decided through a latent separation of sorts, the choice in course for self determination. Collective motivation from individual status, with less regimented offers of conceit. We transform when our shadows are shown, as the clarity of transparency can aid growth.
Years have passed, Seasons have changed. Am I an adult yet? Couldn't say. Relate?
While pain was brief, And a cleanse was needed, I still grow more and do my best to succeed. Did I pay a bill? Is it in the budget? Swear to God I could go for a 20 piece McNugget.
While I shift and work it out, I'll still ask myself am I good enough? When isn't your mind... What kind... Don't lie... Stop. Take a breathe and it's going to be all fine.
Is my flow still the same? Is my expression more better? Does it make any sense to you that im still explaining and continuously refraining from resaying a word by rearranging the framing of this here decree I'm declaring? No, not really.
With exercises and breakdowns, I've seen it in better ways. Still in chains, But looser around the brains. It's taken time, But I'm finally in control...
I'm getting used to... New.
David Bowie said it best about changes. So here's mine instead
You have overstayed your welcome, Oh entity of past lives not lived. Your stench of decay still lingers And seeps from my fingers.
Abandon me old skin, You have become nothing but the skeleton of past sins Haunting me when I am most vulnerable. I’ve befriended an enemy and In turn, I have become intolerable.
Yes, I have been the oppressor. I’ve whispered, I’ve swayed, I’ve lusted, I’ve preyed, And although I have one foot out of the door, Old friends whisper to me, “Come on, how much can it really hurt If you did it once more?”