Mediocrity is the antihesis of success. 

But how the hell do I get out of this mess?

I went on my knees to confess.

Having faith until the world sees my finesse. 

But my situation making me feel like a bad trip is in the creation. 

Pause. Wait a minute. Maybe I am the causation? 

No one can stop me if I found my salvation. 

I versus me is the demon and damnation. 

Once I let go of me, then my life spin on rotation. 

Need to go through the path to get to my destination. 

Don't stop even when I feel the vexation. 

Need to come out on top, its my door to liberation. 

Turn around and I promise to return good to the nations. 

Can't go up without lifting others to pursue their apsirations. 

I will praise God until my story has its final punctuation. 

I'll tell you now, fasten your seat belt.

Life can make you feel like your mind is going to melt.

Conspiracies, atrocities, epiphanies, and victories.

Good without bad, bad without good is simply contradictory.

Pain, misery, elation, and prosperity.

The process deems this all critical and necessary.

So enjoy the wave as your path is being paved.

This could all but dissipate, so you mustn’t wait.

Believe and love without restraint.

It will bring nothing, but blessings and blessings to commemorate.

Don’t waste your time on the critics.

Use their hate to fuel your inner psychoanalytic.

Peering within is the best way to see out.

This knowledge is what Plato was talking about.

Myth of the Cave, making my mind MC Hammer out.

Can’t touch this; only go up when near all this doubt.

Watch me pan out, move out, eventually I’ll make my problems strikeout.

Born to win, so much it will make your head spin.

Meditate and habituate, the panacea to avoid being stagnate.

Progress is key to living a life where you are the checkmate.

Propogate, circulate, venerate, and tolerate. 

That's what'll happen when I dedicate and delegate.  

Hear me say, life can intimidate, so make your consciousness dilate. 

I'll tell you now, fasten your seat belt.

Life can make you feel like your mind is going to melt.

Conspiracies, atrocities, epiphanies, and victories.

Good without bad, bad without good is simply contradictory.

Pain, misery, elation, and prosperity.

The process deems this all critical and necessary.

So enjoy the wave as your path is being paved.

This could all but dissipate, so you mustn’t wait.

Believe and love without restraint.

It will bring nothing, but blessings and blessings to commemorate.

Don’t waste your time on the critics.

Use their hate to fuel your inner psychoanalytic.

Peering within is the best way to see out.

This knowledge is what Plato was talking about.

Myth of the Cave, making my mind MC Hammer out.

Can’t touch this; only go up when near all this doubt.

Watch me pan out, move out, eventually I’ll make my problems strikeout.

Born to win, so much it will make your head spin.

Meditate and habituate, the panacea to avoid being stagnate.

Progress is key to living a life where you are the checkmate.

Propogate, circulate, venerate, and tolerate.

That's what'll happen when I dedicate and delegate.

Hear me say, life can intimidate, so make your consciousness dilate. 

Success is a must in this Earthly quest. 

I don't plan to leave here until I reach my ultimate best. 

There can be no other option but victory. 

I can't stop, won't stop until I make history. 

Dream big is what they all say.

But what if I dream so big it sometimes scares even me away? 

Fear cannot stop me forever, though. 

I choose to believe in the ending of an immaculate rainbow.  

To sleep I go again.

Say my prayer; in God's name, Amen. 

Passion. 

How to define something so divine. 

It pulls the body and the mind. 

It is a flame within ignited by living through the thick and thin. 

It twists you left, it bends you right...

but in the end it makes your life worth living for all its insight. 

It is what makes you stand when you feel like you don't have the upperhand. 

Maybe that is just me, but honestly, it should be for all of We. 

I don't like "I" because we are all the same in my third eye. 

Find what it is that will make you want to climb. 

Climb beyond the stars of this earthly, dimensional timeline. 

You will find that is scary, but worth every damn dime!

I lie ladened with lethargy, lamenting and longing for more.

Strenuously seeking some solution to silence my sorrowful outpour.

My own thoughts transforming into a tongue-lashing tryant on a timeless tirade.

Metacognition being its source of ammunition.

Bang, bang, bang. Reload.

Quick! Before I finally quit.

Quicker! Please just stop this quiver.

Quandary coming from every corner conquering and killing others' quests.

Happiness suffocating from the horrid hands of haggardness.

Enough with hands, I prefer wings!

Hands eradicate, but wings emancipate.

Wings like the Halcyon hovering over high seas to calm the calamity of the clashing waves.

Shhh...

Another night filled with fearful visions from sleep, awoken by the same horrifying hands.

I peer towards my window, and what waits there?

Chirp.

They say their courage is absent.

The Mirror is not so acquiescent.

Enough with the dichotomies.

Enough with the delineations.

If cowards are frowned upon, then count me out.

Remember all come with damage.

But all can also salvage.

Is that not what life is about?

Finding the silver lining without any doubt?