Wakeup Call
I was called handsome and intelligent
A name that pushed me to learn fast and memorize lots of things
I believed in myself and thought I could do anything
My books and dictionary were just like a prayer
I felt great and willing to leave even after I died
I looked for challenge anywhere, and felt ready for them
My energy was like the universe, and I could not stopped it
I was loved, called, obeyed, and found as my wish
I spent crazily, and got satisfaction as I desired
I forgot if I was limited, and equal to others
I acted like I am the beginning and the ending
One day it is all changed, I had a call
A call from an unknown to stop my power
A call to end my abusive language with no time to think
A call to say sorry to those that I abused, and stole from
A call to be on my knees and pray for forgiveness
A call to stop my hypocrite attitude and be real
A call as a warning to lead or disappear
A call to obey, but I refuse because of my great armies
My money, power and those that believe in me
I have found myself disappeared because of my hanger
I was not fighting to anyone, but they are crying victories
I am getting weaker every day until I am no longer in the map
I can no longer answer the call, the caller hang up on me.
Copyright © Ginal Felix | Year Posted 2013
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