Words come from beats
that vibrate through my ears,
filled with thoughts and expressions,
describing goals and acts,
its that season and time,
for mental hibernation,
and when that time comes around all the concentration will make sense,
as to why it was done,
want what I need and need what I want,
my situation been depicted,
and that depiction isn't my life,
so it cannot be accepted,
that's like accepting stress and worry,
worry brings fear,
I been through all fears,
like the fear of living when that living is controlled,
by controlled things,
till I lost the dependence,
and was back in control,
and gained independence,
I'm never going back,
to losing my grip,
my feet staying planted,
to this ground that I'm building,
that's leading to a distant,
A distant is a goal,
a goal is a dream,
a dream is vision,
a vision is a plan,
a plan toward success!
