Clarity

The old has past.

The new has come.

Tryna view the world through the window, but now i got my wind flow.

You keep it fast, I keep it slow.

I ain’t in no hurry.

I write my regrets and i don’t keep it secret.

I show my scars, but you try to keep it perfect.

You might be thinking you are step ahead of me, that’s just an illusion.

You might be living in confusion.

Your story has an end cause you came to the conclusion.

I don’t blame you cause i have been the same back then it’s just the same intuition.

Now i’m rewriting my story which has no end until i’m buried 6 feet under the ground.

Clarity poem

 

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