A sign of declining eyes screamin for you to heal em
A broken mind havin trouble believin
Or the truth steppin out of concealment
After doin hard time, perhaps a decade plus
Is it returnin to fill in the space success ain't take up
I'm a leader, but to society's rules, I did plenty of following
Wit sights tainted by failures n contradicting philosophies
Constantly havin me mixed about who I should be...
I wanted to prove chivalry survived amidst the game love became
N now I don't kno wat should change
My direction?
Which side Im restin?
Im aware theres no room for handlin of the heart gone senseless
In the hour n minute hands that caress our existence
Where I'm the sore thumb, standin out
Waitin for a remedied kiss of identity from circumstance's mouth
KG