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I am Who?


a body that is patiently waiting for their time to run

while a consience that is ignorant about the time that will come

Put together with an enviorment it creates billions of combinations of people, personalites, and thoughts

but the soul can only choose one

 

Why was I its pick?

is there a potential that i havent hit?

 

is there kindness untapped?

love that is trapped?

loyalty that still needs to be unwrapped?

 

creatvity?

a sense of simpathy?

cuz if so I understand why the soul wanted to get with me

 

i see the the light in front

I get pulled through

I then see a world thats new

 

I see a hand as it smacks my back

Out my mama and I know where my potential will be at

 

So I look deep

and thank god for the life I am livin

and take and use the potential I was given

 

 

 

 

 
 
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