If my souls insist on being locked
then let my rhymes be free,
For they hold a prediction that I told the bees
I refuse the ignition of old frights
not when there are dreams I can dream tonight,
Oh the utter relief!
of a gush at last
like a thirsty man
free from his past.
tap,
peck,
dab
dab
dab
and pause,
I'll always be afraid to open the doors.
for each line,
rips the scab off the skin
But I'll continue to peel
For each verse reveals
an unhealed part of myself.
This whole time
I've been the block
And we make these excuses
blaming low inspiration on poor luck.
But how lucky are any of us?
I'll continue forge earthquakes of sand
That will rise a thousand of feet above the land,
I'll wipe my own tears
And write my own plans
Because we no longer need the hold of your hands.
I will surf the clouds
to meet the moon
and juggle the stars in that order.
Then I'll cry an ocean into the milky
way
For the strong are once weak too,
And if you think I'm done...
I'll take a lap around the sun
just to ignite my trail
For this,
solar system hasn't enough gravity to contain the collapse of my blaze.