Intentions and Words
I'll pave the path not yet paved
and lay it out my own way
reflecting how thoughts behave
as I journey this maze of life each day.
Survival will not suffice after my foundation does arise
to serve to steady nerves that surface
as I surge head first in a search to succeed
and I first second and third a thirst to not desert my needs
however bad the hurt at its worst degree
knowing these strong words have no worth to me
if strong words are all these words can be.
Should I fake movement and act out actions like actors
for image improvement when actually being active factors
and fronting while being inactive will only suck me backwards
and no luck alive will retract me back nor will words.
Cus these inspiring sounds I write don't sight activity
but do unearth reserves of fight and positivity,
preserved in my core as though separate to this reality,
spares, but once stirred appear to emerge and merge
with a fresh vitality refreshing this purged willed personality
now bravely portraying the ways of a renegade
though still a lemon and not yet lemonade
fizzing with not afraid
in this littered beaten bitter escapade
of ignorance and cluelessness verse on how to deliver
a path I wish to pave.
Strong willed with the aim of a numpty
impersonating Humpty Dumpty
while just now one thought runs free....
I want a path I cannot pave....
Have I found the Trump in me?
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