#Poem or w.e bored When from moving across the country, to being in a place I dont wanna be!, started from day 1 to day 2 then 3 I do it the samething over and over daily... I just break down my trees, get to where I need to be, that cloud 9 where everything that hurts u dont seem to be!... In my own town they look at me like im a clown starring at me thinking its gonna put me down?! Hell no!, I turn that frown upside down, i smile and and dream like Martin Luther king because one day its all gonna be worth the dreams that I dreamed!... I dreamed or should I say see?! That I became what I wanted to be, the crazy kid with nonsense dreams who played music in his head for a century. who knew he had to unlock his mind by blazing trees!, taught himself it was bad for his health to hold things in mentally, so he picked up a piece of paper then pen and wrote what he had locked up for so long and brought it physically...
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 05:49:28 +0000
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