Journey of Change
At night I feel i’m riding solo
My dreams are with my lover and residing in Soho
My reality is living with the unheard voices and a mind as cold as snow
I’m feeling as if life has struck me with a low blow
I’ve lived through worse, it’s alright though
My mind is a scatter like a fiery kingdom without its ruler
I worry about if I can carry on another day, or even live until the year I’m a Junior
Suicidal thoughts and intentions are stuck to me, we should call them tumors
I’m here for me, and not you, so keep quiet with the rumors
I’m now slamming dunks, no longer a shooter
I’m living my life, almost like I want it to be in the future
My end is no longer near
My vision and head is now clear
I now can crack a small smile when I look in my mirror
Copyright © Tristan Gibson | Year Posted 2017
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