Habit

I’m no more than what God prepared me to be . What’s in store just candy and artificial sweets No fruit in the food desert for king I’m so hungry but all i could eat was sleep Planning the future promising myself I’ll learn to save This cave I’m chained in is no more than a fancy room Most importantly you How dare I cherish those sinful moments You don’t know me I agree this is not what I need but indeed I wanted compassion with less words Now you curse at me I text back late I’m painting a Verb Construction in my mind I relate to who heard You don’t even have to listen What I was missing is her She don’t exist Your vision board just pictures and words Nothing you’ll actually accomplish Unless something different occur I see your position been limited It’s a Lack of ambition with her I will not leave this plantation without you