This is a quick poem i drafted about, the bitter sweet plight of the pursuit of success. |
mother to my tears, father to my smiles successs your snake ive been following miles un dettered from following, any fear is hollowing tomorrow could be the day i fray from sorrows wings. burning down bridge and tearing down walls, slithering over obstacle intent with gaining all with a fire in my belly and a warmth within my cheeks elated by the beauty of the treasures that i seek the intangible treasures, its them we all pursue perennial longevity, forever, for a few/ the stuff of dreams where nothing seems sawn onto a seem in a free flowing fashion, posing hazard to the keen their quick to take a leap, promptly taking the fall eyes too big for your belly, lips cant take it all chasing what appears to be a herring in the red could keep your belly fed and children in a bed comfort in the back row, why would i need that for? discomfort in my drive is the reason i adapt more!! act more rigorous to barrackading entities enemies, mind state and aggrevating energies!! everything around suggests survival of the fittest folk the strain in my calves helps me feel like i can get involve elevate awareness and where less pride because it only drags me down to peacock my stride |