Mind Lies
Shadows casted by truths I don’t face
A labyrinth of lies my own design
My mind a captive trapped in space
Covered in webs of falsehoods I’ve entwined
My thoughts start fires like lit matches
Self-imposed confinements, silent pain
I stay stagnated ducking all attachments
Deception an everlasting drain
That placed me inna place so grim
In these twisted rooms—wallow
Choices dim
These falsehoods impossible to swallow
Tired of feeling trapped in my mind
Tired of feeling wrapped in a lie.
6 Feet Under
Run by a graveyard
A stench wafts through — not one of wet stone or freshly cut grass,
But a haunting aroma of remorse. Echoes of a life lived in sorrow.
Shadows linger. Serving as a stark reminder.
An example of what not to be when that six foot hole awaits.
Chase Something that won’t cover you in that redolence of regret.
You Will be afraid — Of the misery of stagnation
Don’t flounder uselessly, like a fish out of water. Remember: Mountains to conquer.
You will Slip down — fix your gaze and climb again.
Carry the weights that No One else will bear.
For a knight to be courageous, he doesn’t sheath his sword, he draws it, and runs into battle.
Don’t sheath drive, draw upon it, conviction as your armor.
Shop for food on an empty stomach — you’ll realize after; frivolous purchases.
Don’t alway strive to be happy. Your judgment will be clouded.
Be proud: you’ll be happy by extension.
That vision.
The one that will make you proud.
The one that won’t make you reek of regret six feet underground.
So you can lay, no regrets, in that hole in the grass.
To be truly exceptional:
Drag yourself through the mud. Do things you must do even though you won’t want to do them.
That’s how you grow. Bite the bullet. Work hard. You’ll become that version you see.
Have the courage. It will happen.
To be content in that graveyard, not rotting of penance. Go the extra mile.
Chase something you love and it will happen. Don’t let dreams control you. Control them.
Dedicate yourself. You will be content under that dirt.