When My Feet Hit The Ground

Taking flight and seeking what is right. I fight into the night against the status quo and all of it's woes. Then my feet hit the ground after I know I have accomplished taking a stand against the foes of my ideologies. A master skilled in spiritual criminology I rebuked the mind of foul. As my feet hit the ground. As I will never bow. As they are trying to disturb me as I find my way home to peace, and self-respect while having ghouls, goblins, and criminals in check. Surviving the attempted wreck of my life. Impacting while extracting there plots plans and wishes to destroy my beautiful mind and replace it with strife. I run home to hope, and to destiny and away from their kind. I take hold of my chances and embrace what's mine. Ignoring their words, that are ugly and just mean. I hit the ground while living my dreams. I take flight away from demons of the streets trying to block me. My feet hit the ground knowing they can't stop me. Then my feet hit the ground and nothing but mercy of God at the end of the day I see. Nothing but grace I thank you Lord from thee. For this is my home a place of justice, inspiration, and another chance. As at the end of it all my feet hit the ground when I am home and I can celebrate with a dance!