The Step

As I sit back at watch the world become depraved I think about the one foot I have in this instagrave The countless angles, of shoot after shoot Late night edits, trying to find my proof That what I captured mattered That it may mean something when all else is tattered This step I may take, on the edge of sanity Stuck with this vertigo and complimentary profanity Like a video game exit menu asking if I’m sure If I am ready to abandon all just to begin pure What if I did do it and in turn make a book? And all one had to do was just take a look? To be granted the knowledge to free one’s self At the cost of having to leave ones wealth Would it even matter? Or is this just another literary leaky bladder? As I stand at the edge and look to the skies I finally understand why the caged bird cries To leap is a freedom only one can give oneself It is a moment of truth, a moment of wealth It does not matter if its flight or fall The only thing that matters is that I gave it my all And for just a moment I knew a dream deferred One that no longer left me feeling unnerved For that moment, I felt the sun on my skin And for that moment, I knew my kin I was a child running buck wild My problems free to walk that green mile Because finally this sandstorm in my mind Grinds to a halt and stops in time A hurricane of ideas in this place of mine Can finally be touched explored and refined All I need to do is step And not worry anymore about those who wept For today could be like thanksgiving with yams All I have to do to have it is just delete Instagram