Scents of myself in the air. I love the feel of being aware. I know I'm the best that much is clear. Sipping gold while growing hair. Poison in my veins. Death never takes me. I got a hubristic view. Nothing could ever shake me. Got a face only a momma could love. That's why I'll never change it. Cuz what's a face a mom couldn't love. But a mistake. Or am I mistaken. Cleverness grips my conciseness. And I'm provoked to think the things I'll never get. Patience is but my enemy along with those who surround me. Hubristic views with four shadows surround the light that's been lit around me. Yet I'm the only person whose walking lively.  The future intrigues and plagues my thought stream. While I sit back and contemplate tonight's dream.