Life In It's Little Nutshell
The music and a dark ceiling,
The rustle of the branches in the wind,
All parts of a strange feeling.
Sleep is far off, in another time and place,
The lyrics of a dead poet fill my ears and pour feeling into my heart,
A cup overflowing,
A mind ever learning and ever growing,
Patience is a harsh lesson but here I am waiting on the outcome,
Timing is everything, every move a calculated step,
Some times it's a leap of faith,
Sometimes I fall into a pit.
My homie can't see his baby girl,
Cruel some days is the world.
If I could do something for him I would,
He was the one by my side as a youth,
The two bad boys up to no good.
My attitude got me walking solo,
9 months and counting,
9 months actually amount to something,
Patiently I wait, for the date, when my dream becomes fate.
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