I drink a 40 full of sweat
with a shot of inspiration
now I’m drunk on geniusness.
I’m not rich
but I’m a billionaire in sentimental value.
Life is not of milestones but moments, so I live to
taste every dessert that crosses my plate,
smell every breeze that cools my day,
listen to every snowflake that falls on my face,
It’ll be too late.
I scream a song of compassion
As I write between the lines but read in normal fashion.
I’m no slave
but I do feel pain too
You can be sure that whatever you feel
I’ve been through.
I’m not perfect.
I know what it’s like to hate life.
I know how it feels to contemplate the edge of a knife.
I know the feeling of warmth that her smile brings.
I know the Boundless Beauty of Ordinary things.
above a cloud of despair
for every inspiration shattered
2 are repaired
It’s hard to complete this maze if you don’t come prepared,
but it’s twice as hard to finish if you enter it scared.
I’m just a man
who lives but a blink of an eye.
just a man, just as destined as you to die.
just a man, with just a voice, a choice, and a mind
I’m just as strong as the loudest word that I cry.
But just a man is as great as God’s light.
Gandhi was just a man, as was Christ,
just potential mixed with possibilities,
just a man is just enough for me.