My Word

I sit up listening to music
Feeding my soul and ever so trembling heartbeats
Pondering the future through this time-machine inside my mind
Releasing & Rewinding
Trying
To refine from spiraling
Downward
Towards the pit of doubt swimming from the back of my mind

Will my legacy drag footprints as I walk towards the sunset?
Leave cracks in brand new hardened cement
Will I implement
This flame of desire into the lights of remembrance?
Mobile continuance amongst a diverse audience?

Inspire at least one in the room as the lights dim and I drop the mic
Rub my face and glance at my NIKE'S
Will this patch create a hype?
Or merely a borrowed ear of another who could careless
Shut you out
Yell next
Where's the real entertainment?

Will this be the last you and your last door of "a chance" closes?
Who knows just
Know this
I hold this
Dear to me
Shed tears to these
Words
I scribble down on this pad
Appreciating this gift
To uplift at least one
Who can relate this directly to home

To me
Your Mona Lisa
Expression is Caesar
No Picasso, but I stroke these words
So this picture I painted will subconsciously be heard

That's My Word