Ink and Resilience

I be on sticky paths, spider webs all over A frustrating destruction towards the end of a narrow tunnel But what can l utter, it's life after all Every move planned, switched, but still a silencing disappointment. Like the calm South wind and it's relationship with the winter leaves, l glide on a dream. Dreaming of all the cannots that can be's. a doubtful attitude is what is attached to my head. I be running like l died twice and surely won't stop. Let down many times, backstabbed, betrayed but l ain't losing my cool. I'm going to hop, float on this hella obstacle with some ink and paper , l murder every letter and let them decompose in your brain as the sun begins to shine, awaits a dream yet to be fulfilled