I heard a poem and it was called “inspiration for me” that wasn’t the title but after it was finished that’s the title that I gave it. Because the poem made me realize that life is what you make it, and if you don’t make it, have you really lived? ANYONE!!! I’m waiting for someone to give me the answer to that question, for it’s been boggling my mind. Walking into a wonder of life that circle all forms of the being that tend to keep you from harm, but what if you are the being keeping you from where you want or need to be? Could it be the challenge that lays ahead of you that’s stopping the progress or the pros aggression?, so I must start my fencing slicing through all of the doubts that seem to grow with every day that I let them out, but the funny thing is that my doubts don’t have doubts, they have come to the conclusion that I’m going to keep talking out the side of my mouth whenever I let goals shout…that motherfucker isn’t going to do anything, he’s just going to keep perpetrating a fraud sitting on his talent so he can hide it from the world. He’s scared, selfish letting a little thing like the stage keep him from shinning like the stars, moon walking away from countless dreams that were once reality, but because of the fright that lingers strong inside he stands alone to watch others do the job that he was born to do. Letting the world become the structure that he tends to look up to, but yet doesn’t want anyone to look up to him, listen to words that he has to speak, feel emotions from the stories that he has to tell, he’s scared, selfish, in hibernation during every season sleeping while his eyes should be open searching for the prizes is all he should be hoping, not toaking blowing away all his once and
future dreams, cause the Dutch burns slower it seems, but that’s just another screen to block him from his dreams, and the only thing……….he’s doing it to himself!!!!!!