Reflect

When you’re six foot two people don’t really mess with you
They just tell you to get screwed until you start feeling blue and let yourself start believing what they are saying is true

You stare into a mirror to see if it’s factual
Wonder if it’s a tactical move or if you actually need to improve

Not to intrude but I’ve been through something like this

I’m a perfect natural disaster
Who isn’t trying to be a pastor
It doesn’t matter if my shirt is less than hers
Having a gift is a curse
Had to walk miles to settle down he irk to preach
Go past my current reach

I just have to lucky one more time
The right person just has to take a look at my book so I can stop putting in a brave face
And say we finally made it fam
We can stop giving a damn and live a free life

Finally kill the lice making me itch
Only dig a ditch and destroy my body like I please

I’ve never been one to sit still
I have to chase something with a scare thrill ratio close to fifty fifty

Something where you need to be perfect and nifty
Nothing like this comes quickly

Put all my faith in myself and chase the hardest path possible
Nothing is impossible
If I somehow pull it off you can to
Go get that random tattoo
Go be creative

How do they expect us to keep making crossword puzzles
While they try and shut our muzzles
While trying to get us to guzzle their so called facts
Do your own research and you’ll see all that is fucking whack!

Not going to throw any shots in particular
Just saying get out of your rectangular room
Go off and enjoy the magic of the world on a broom or your favorite vroom vroom

Catching my grove
There’s always something to sooth what you are going through
Hard work and discipline is a start
But who am I for you to ask why should I listen to him?

I’m a guy who stopped listening to those who don’t have good intentions
I only see greatness in a mirror
Accepted everyone always has room to improve
Just accepted the fact I look good in blue
So thanks
Enjoy one of my many plates