My Feng Shui's exhausted. Not quite red when I'm cautious. That yellow sector, Just means I’m guarded. All parts of me; Confined beyond a lock and key Indefinitely. But; Should this be? I mean; seriously.
If on the chop I’m watching all the marks Targeted, As often as possible. It’s less likely I’ll be sniped from the rooftop by Crossfire. Still, They hide while camping. Waiting for the opportunity to Squeeze, Aim, Fire; That’s a strategy, Like fortnight, I’m mid-flight. But, I digress.
We’re squad deep. Psyche, it’s all me, Shit, I’m lying To myself Because I’ve done this so well In the past. Impressions are the general settings In the scheme of it all, That's a tone set. Now that my reasons confirmed, I’m more inclined to listen. And, I mean truly Listen.
You can’t retract who you are Once we’ve witnessed it. A change of opinion Once set Its hard to regress. That’s Evident. Or evidence. Gavel drop that’s a Case closed, I could go on and on: On who fault lies with; That’s senseless.
Too many vulture Existing in the present Who pick the carcass. All parts left clean. Remains digested And excreted. I’m not faultless myself I did it.
But then reminders Are like insurance binders. Attached, They’re locked to the driver. I’ve failed a thousand times And will some more But the taste of victory Is sweetener than the core of a honey dew With a hint of cinnamon.
Those aspirations Can take us places, If we trust the process. Although, I wear feelings As a sense of pride I’d sooner die than pout Or lash out.
If I blow a gasket Who eats the damages? I Me or We. Thats a hardship Waiting to happen Petty, I’m above it Sensibly.
I’m on my final lap like kip On a race track. Rural legend With a subtle message. Trials are but an Intangibility which determines Ones ability. What a testimony?!? Nope, That's a triumph at all cost. And I strive for my victory.
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