Reflections In a Puddle

I see me, seeing me.. In the surface of a reflection... I see the past, the present And a future not yet mentioned. Who am I on the opposite side Of that reflection? This man that lives and breathes With all these scars I seem to have collected... I guess I could say I’m not a man to play with. Not a one night stand man To lay with. Understand I’m a real man I have principles I stay with. I’m the kinda man That love finds And stays with. But love looks for love So I guess that’s worth a mention.. I don’t enjoy playing Mind games to achieve Anyone’s affection. I’m hanging up the game So the game is in suspension. Real life has its own issues Without drama Adding to the tension. I already live in a state Of apprehension. But I love a real woman That can hold herself without any contention. I treat everyone I love On the level as being equal. I’m not trying to find another ex Like I’m producing a bad relationship sequel. I’m just taking it one day at a time, I want to find that real love That in quiet times I could speak to. There’s enough stress Weighing on my shoulders And pressure crushing my chest. I’m alone on the line. I feel no need to compete with the rest. I named my children, They are the realest thing to me, I humbly pray that their blessed. I’ve made my share of mistakes But no longer keep my boundaries Outlined in sand. I engraved them in granite, Many can’t stand it, But I now know where it is that I stand. When I was young I was raised in shame. Given the name James. But, it seemed like my name was blame. I learn to survive with humiliation Until I left my past And when I left it I left it burnt in flame. I guess I earned my name... I Overcame a thousand roadblocks And I’m no longer phased by pain. Living 100 miles an hour Swerving all over the lanes.. Brainstorming all night To wring out my pain.. To drown these pages in ink, Like my tears are the rain. It’s on these pages I reign. It’s on these pages my mind-state is framed. These pages are an outline Of how the madness is contained. You can read my soul in between the lines And I won’t need to explain. My writing is crystal and clear. It’s hard to survive When your intimidated by fear. Sometimes you have to lose what you have To know what it is you hold dear. That’s why I’m in a class of my own And I Walk this walk Sometimes without peers. I keep myself close, I have learned to not believe Everything that I hear, And only to believe some things that I see. A lot of people don’t like themselves And don’t want anyone else to succeed. But Life has its Seasons And I have my reasons For the ideas I believe. Like the belief that Life is a tree.. The past are its roots And every single life is a branch With a leaf. We flutter in the wind And show our true colors When we Fall. In The End the Artist That Created Us Will come to collect us all. So I reflect on the moments That make me, Me It’s just me that I want to be me. And In The End, I just wanna be Free. This is what I see Every time I see Me..