Fly
I know I write a lot about all
the things money can provide,
like material items and not
what I'm inspired by.
Having dreams and a keen
intuition provided by
All the times that I failed but
I'm still willing to try to fly.
I'd be telling a lie,
If it ever compares to this
So many times I condoned
when my actions were intricate
I know I don't wan't to be
stressed,
I don't wan't to live a lot,
I just wan't to live my life
without it being criticized,
there's a soft spot on my heart
I tend to solidify
cause I don't wan't to live if I
see hatred through either eye
I don't wan't attention just
want to be left alone,
plus every challenge that I
face, I use as a stepping stone
I don't need anybody's
guidance I can live with my
mistakes
I may not know just where I'm
headed but I'll make it there
safe.
A lot of times I'm feeling
exposed and laughed at,
but in my mind I'll still be in
control.
It's a heavy burden for a young
soul
All of which I'm more intact
hoping the universe can help
me weather the storm.
Please correct me if I'm wrong,
But isn't life a question in which
the answer is left alone?
And so I write these thoughts
down not knowing if I'm truly
right,
but it's what's left in my mind
that'll give me a better sight.
A better life,
not just for me but for every
life,
since selfish doesn't apply to
the process
Metaphorically speaking we all
can fly just acknowledge your
progress.
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