there are times when I thought
I was on my way then
something got in the way
I left it there instead of moving
it out my way the choice I
made caused me a big delay
hurt wounded inside instead of
allowing the scab to heal I
picked away until it started
to bleed all over again
what happen when I started
to leave why didn't I push
my way through what was
stopping me from the process
of achieving something
major in my life allowing
darkness to stand in my light
my muse is manic I started
losing the stress when I started
to write addressing and facing
all the mess I made and had
to clean all stains blemishes
spots dots and blots correct
defects flaws vices faults and
all other evils block and
drop some people from
the phone contacts in the
friend zone to make room
to flow out of control until my
souls content never to let
anything get the way of me
accomplishing my mission