I was once told, my self hate might
Incrementally increase my life stage fright
So one late night, I sat by a draped light
And then escaped sight
Had to look within
Then chose repose
So I'd then mimic and ape MIGHT
Using any stage mic
I'd give life a great fight
And as my mind traversed the universe in verse
I incurred my worth, and aged nice
Lyricism was both a schismic prism
And my minds space flight
Because I CAME RIGHT
Purity of soul allowed me to take flight
And I emerged from darkness
And a hardened heart
To becoming a lit wick with a faint light
KNOWING that TRUE change might
Come to the surface through verses
That transformed me Into a hierophantic grammatic addict
Spewing his strange rite
Then I became quite
The sagacious mage
And now I no longer question
Whether or not I was MADE RIGHT!