Thoughts in my head of the futures of tomorrow
Tryna make my vision clear but fogged by my sorrows.
Getting too old in life to think I got the rest of my ahead of me, my life is here now, so I better get a move on it.
As I lie in my bed I wonder in my head want could've have been my future if I just chose that life instead. But this is my life and I refuse to be puppet, living bicurious through the dreams of other cause they ran out of time and said fuck it.
In the end I am a champion but what I won doesn't measure up to trophy or a medal.
The prize possession is ME...
because I am free.
Free to be who I wanna, free to have a mind of my own, free to live the life I wanna, free to be in my own zone.
I use to be scared to admit who I really was, so stupidly wrapped up in what others thought of me. Not realizing my full potential and believing in me.
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