Maybe I don’t know why I lose my soul.

The human condition is grabbing ahold.

Being indecisive is gift and a curse.

This is the life I was chosen for, and it hurts.

Because I can’t find an open door,

Not even the rhythm in rhymes,

Or the ticking of time, as it passes me by.

And I can’t afford to lose the nothing I have.

Just know none of this was part of the plan.

The path is never clear,

But you never drop tears.

Just be driven, and I’ll tell you where to steer.

Don’t be stupid and don’t say much.

Words are ammunition that pierce without touch.

You got endless potential, but they put you in a box,

box out like Ali,

and don’t you dare stop.

Dying is easy.

Living is not.

People have died for the life you got.

Don’t throw it away just like he did before you.

Remember they don’t really know you.