Quite simply R.I.P., to the old version of me, I'm the chosen one, who's work is never done, what is it y'all do, haven't dealt with a quarter of the grief I went thru, it's not even a competition, wish ud actually stop to listen, pay attention to my needs, my wishes dreams and beliefs, let's come up with a long game plan, many perceive me to be an insane man, cuz I smile and find joy, being an orphaned single gay starving artist technically unemployed, still a resilient bright light, who like Jean Gray transforms into the Phoenix to fight, no longer caterpillaring I'm a butterfly, double Gemini vibrating high!
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