
Late Comers
Late bloomers
Late movers
Too much negativity has consumed them
On the verge of mastering it all
Clipped by a too sooner
How can I manage to uncoil the snake?
Wisdom the heavy
While I await my fate
Will power on roller blades
Keeping up has become another Deep State
Can I breathe while I break?
Right there in the center
I desire a bigger piece of the American pie
My earth is ready to quake
So much energy is at stake
Formulate a new way of sight
Journey mapped out
Destiny a mystery
Hope hiding with a mischievous grin
I stand in my truth
Not defined by what you call sin
Wont be painted with that air brush ever again...


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