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When I was young I wanted

to be a singer and dancer

then an artist drawing

superheroes was my passion

then a businessman

I wanted all that power

and then I got lost

4 1/2 years now feels like an hour

now I want to be a

hero saving everything

from everything

what will I want tomorrow

walking where the wind blows

my vision

I may not even be alive to control the steering

or maybe I’ll go backwards

and my family will stop stressing

because I’m a lost cause

these are the things nightmares are made of

doing nothing significant

hoping for one moment

so I can relive the accomplishment

I try to not stress now

staying focused on where my feet stand now

moving to the beat

and I’m not the drummer now

never was

looking at all the world is made of

feeling all the things I’m ashamed of

 

Believe in Yourself

So afraid of my own voice

I speak behind another face

I can’t even recognize the words they’re from outerspace

hiding behind everyone I love

listening to myself stay quiet

not risking my love

because I want everybody to love me

but I know that’s useless

everybody sees me differently

but I still want to make a mark

delusions of grandeur

desires of greatness

the road is long and cold

I hear me and myself thinking

somebody save us

I want them to know that I want the world

that I won’t settle for anything less

than everything

why do I need them to believe me?

trapped thinking about my effects on others

emotional slavery

I put 2pac on replay

somebody help me

I’m reminded of Gambino’s inspiration

you just gotta follow your voice no matter what you’re facing

I feel all the fear and all the self doubt

before I step onto the stage and let it all out

 

but I’m still here

and never took that step yet

the closest I’ve been is at the poetry slam

and even then I did it once and left them

I never even entered the competition

but this one dude came up to give me props

I guess I completed my mission

This is art

a wise old man told me that one day I would be free
I told him I don’t think about the future
I can’t even stand this culture
weaving through four lanes of traffic just to arrive at a giant arena made of metal and plastic
I can’t seem to handle all the stress
of living while working weeks on end
I can’t work for forty years
I always have to explain myself
to be understood by others when there is really nothing to say
just a thought
a conversation that comes to mind and makes me turn the wrong way
are these enigmas that I write too complicated for you to understand my plight
poetry is for everybody
no reason to make it complicated
I hate children
I think I’ve said that before
and I hope the world ends tomorrow
my true feelings can’t be shared because they’ll put me in jail for conspiracy
theories are just theories
everybody has theirs and I don’t even think about what I’m going to eat