Eyes On The Prize

Tired of the daily pain tears and fight, I'm trying to live my best life, but I feel the universe is against me, like love happiness and success wasn't meant to be, simply suffering, it's rather troubling, what am I doing wrong, writing poems and songs, filled with lived experience and truth, why's collective wisdom aloof, can't be the only one tapped in, what if fame was in fact entrapment, another distraction from the real issue, imagine if u could feel what I wish for u, see u thru my eyes, told I'm a Queen so wouldn't that mean I'm the prize, and if so, stop treating me like a disposable hoe!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

5/19/25