Wait (Poem)
I can feel my own demise, caused by self-pity and
maybe a little rage
The confidence I feel seems a little degraded for
someone my age
Expectations take a hit, losing a grip on the little
bit of fucks that I still give
Set in my ways; instead of turning the page, I burn the
book and write a new
Straighten out and breaking out, let this be the way
that I start off in a different place
With you or not, with me or not; I refuse all that
brings bs to my face
Simmered down my contempt; boiled up my content; you
can’t deter me from my pace, you can’t break me from my ways; ain’t no changing
what I am, for I am a man comfortable with the place that I’m in and the goals
that I chase
So when it comes to my demise, it’s controlled by me
and something that’ll I end a little every day
The question will be whether you’ll be with me when I
reach my destination or stuck wondering what could have taken place
So I wait…..
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