Let Me
why
do yaul believe I has a problem
simply coz I choose not to follow these orthodox patterns
my cpu is not built as the others
I don't want the same out of life as the others
and I think that bothers you deeply
I do believe, that education is the key,
I don't disagree with your analogy
not at all
but regarding my beliefs
I feel theres an alternate path to this glorious paradox that yaul call success
and if I'm wrong
well, I'm wrong
at least I rolled the dice
at least I didn't fold
and for that I have no regrets
for, what ever's coming
I mean, this is how I would like to paint my canvas
I'm the one who's going to see it hung up on my wall,
every day of my life
I'm the one who's suppose to be happy with the painting
not you
so...
Let Me Paint.
Let Me Apply My Faint Brush Strokes.
Let Me Enjoy My "worthless" Output, MY "Washed-Up" Creation,
My MasterPiece...
Copyright © Casey Ramoshaba | Year Posted 2016
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