The Word
Among my reflective insecurities and troubling visions
Came thoughts of making many foolish decisions
Memories of being too lazy to even improve my state
And stepping off of life’s carousel to just meditate
While all of this did nothing more than calm me
I soon retired as the man I always wanted to be,
A creative person whose writings influenced others
Ignoring my work hard and get ahead brothers
No more interest in the shark tank or the city bank
And for these reflections I have the word to thank
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