Never was one for accountability:
too self-conscious, doubting my own ability,
the fragility of the moment, wondering where my soul went-
fleeting attempts to grasp happiness, before lapsing back to solitude.
Fumbling my motivation: no matter how high I fly
always brought back down by gravitation
(never was good at maintaining my elevation),
staring into space, yet gazing at a certain place
with traces of hope lacing my dreams.
Drifting in and out of the present state,
my mind frame shifting to lessons of late:
standing in the presence of fate
using my rhymes to contemplate the principles of life,
through the decibels of music ringing throughout the night.
Never was one for facing the actual relation:
but you can't beat a dreamer in imagination.
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