Let Me Get My Change Back

"Let me get my change back!" I return to my Pulpit to find stains from yesterday tattooed on the beautiful wooden piece that reflects a face l cannot recognize . Iam lost in space , lam the Spaceman like Hardwell....l cannot change the world in such a state....If Donald Trump can do it , can't l? Thoughts buzzing loud! Traffic just ringing....l need to Bling! Bling!......lf l do not evolve the world shall end before l touch the sky, stuck on cloud nine , please Satan let me move . There is more to fight for , flight for , cry for and die for! I refuse to expire , l shall endure and ensure l deliver to the promise of my soul......Time for change, let a dollar in my pocket speak!