Truth be told
All I do is write my heart out. Couldn’t even tell you where my heart’s at, but I can show you where there’s plenty lack.
I do my best, but then I doubt that. Cost don’t matter, but I count that. Subtract when I’m off balance, and I step back. If I need to, I shred callous, and I step up to the challenge, and I bounce back.
There are times that make me angry, the curse words are more than many, time to stop that.
I want to walk the streets of New York, and tell about it in my front porch using hashtags.
I want to pack my head with knowledge and teach philosophy at a college. Maybe establish a name thats solid for the next act.
I want to write a book in France, and get inspired where I glance. Meet a gentle soul and have a dance with no eye contact.
I want to lay in a field of flowers, fragrance bathing for hours and just relax.
Now I’m a pretty sharp Dane, I try to stay in shape, but I don’t run track. I know to stay in my Lane, I’ll put myself back in place, I’ll contract.
I try to stay away from the things I cannot change, and all the red flags.
Most the time I’m really deep, I am the darker of the sheep, and I talk fast.
I’ve seen alot of evil things, some so evil I cant explain, take my word on that.
Between dying, and prolonged pain, and giving up and persistence at play I met a class act.
I was given a glimpse of truth. It was presented with such obtuse, but I snatched that.
I believed it with zero proof, cause there was nothing to prove, or to even ask.
Now im finally living my truth, waited on it since my youth, and it’s like the best damn news that it backtracked.
Living the untruth does some truely rough shit to you, knives in the back. So when truth takes your life back, and pulls the knives out of your back, you finally start to heal cause that’s a wrap.
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