RANDOM THOUGHTS
I BEATED MY FEET AND RAN FROM MY PAST.
CROOKED THOUGHTS AND TIME BOUGHT.
THATS MY AS.
I CANT BE KIND TO THOSE WHO REFUSE SEE.
WONDERING HOW THEY CUP RUNNETH OVER
BUT THATS NOT ME.
I MEAN, IM BLESSED.
BUT STILL I CARRY THE TRAIT.
OF PUTTING THOUGHTS TO WORDS THIS VERY DAY.
SOME THINGS JUST DONT SUPPOSE TO FLOW.
ITS LIKE MY MIND SPEAKING CHINESE.
BUT I HAVE TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING.
FOR MY HANDS TO GO.
BRIDGING THE GAP NEVER BEEN EASY.
BUT WITH TIME, LOVE AND PATIENCE
IVE WEATHERED ALL SEASONS
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