The Will to Inspire

My mind is racing while tears are racing.

Trying to see which one can hit my cheek first.

It hurts.

I have this thirst.

First, to see my dreams before I see a hearse.

See the stars in the sky before the earth divides.

Divides and dumps my remains inside.

Still I remain.

I am trying to contain the pain but I can't.

So I take this pen and this paper and my thoughts go insane.

Insanity.

I can't believe I saw the same person as I sat at the vanity.

I can't help but ask, why is everybody mad at me?

I'm just trying to catch the top before the top catches me.

And pulls me to the bottom into a lost dreams sea.

Still I see.

The will to inspire.

The knowledge to inquire.

The chance to reach success before my casket cues the choir.

I wish to go higher.

Above the crooks and the thieves and the liars.

Above celebrities, the Heat and the Lakers.

But nowhere above the feet of my Maker.