My Destiny
Why am I here? Why am I in this space?
My body is here, my spirit is not, what is the case?
I look at my surroundings and examine objects closely
As I’m sitting in a confined room that’s warm and toasty
I tell myself I obviously don’t belong here
This is not my destiny, but I know it’s near
These spirits are too comfortable and complacent
My spirit is solely focused on future emplacement
At the same time I need these resources and networking opportunities
So I can build bridges and uplift my community
There’s a goal in mind with a strict timeline
Cadence is key and sometimes I feel crazy like Einstein
Deep down, I know it’s part of the process for me to succeed
I’m just a vessel ready and willing to plant a seed.
Copyright © Shy Brown | Year Posted 2022
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