My Zone

I’m taking things, into my own hands. If you count me out, I’m taking you out. I’m in my zone, catch me running the 2-3. Nothing you do will throw me off my feet. You won’t catch me going off course, All out of control, flying off the horse. I may not have been born perfect, But I was born by love with purpose. I’m keeping time like a metronome, Every time I am in my zone. When you drop that beat, I’m ready to bring the heat. Write a line here and another there, Write with passion and drive out fear. I’m looking forward to tomorrow, Without focusing on pain and sorrow.