Becoming Ronin

Raised to believe many things One which a guy from up high Comes flying out that sky that we all see It had to be literally Did i believe it? Without a doubt i did, Because the one who trained me told me nothing was hid I grew and trained and meditated on this as a kid Was lead to believe this era was far from kingdom come How far from the truth was this. Now it beats on me like a drum The day i became self aware i was delivered from the dragons liar Enraged he was that i began growing out my hair Becoming his end, a vicious truth with a cold stare Freshly crafted nunchucks marked by sevens 3 days later I can only tell you an angel put it there Truth is ....it is true but my trainer missed the vitual tools Parables connect us from what we do Poetry and emotion are not apart And we are not damn robots I chose it just as it chose me But....it answered my question to an extreme I was the only one in this existence that can deem myself eternally My other self sealed this deal By blood sweat and tears did he feel Seems tho that hasnt changed as the end is near But maybe this time... I feel i need someone else to help me see I dont know why but its what has always driven me To put an end to your enemy is to see as they see And at the end....choose whats truly honorably And so to my blood family I become ronin Because i am me To Rise, conquer, and in truth ...find honor Until the end of my journey sets me free