Growth

After this I swear I’ll shut up. Tired counting countenance covered under hands. Thinking that says less than their face about the band, Or about the man. I’d change a lot about me if I can, If I could. I’m sure most of us would. We hope for self love, im just hoping my self stood. Stands. Comprehended little, in that, I understand. I studystudy master wisdom. What remains inside these hands? It’s not wisdom if it’s stolen. (But) it’s (still) golden. My assumptions are forbidden and foreboding. If I was looking, I haven’t found good omens. Many potent but betrothed to loathing like someone sick of growing. Thank god I look forward to it Look forward to the moments that ain’t this one. Like this one! Maybe I just need patience in the system. That don’t sound right. cuz when i wait, i missed em Look forward to the moments that ain’t this one. Like this one! Maybe I just need patience in the system. That don’t sound right. cuz when i wait, i missed em After this I swear I’ll shut up. I’m tired of being non plussed while others stunned. It feels I’m out of place. Like I’ve had some close encounters with an outer space. Like debates with a lawyer with his case made of leather. Inside it’s probably empty. I brought a feather for my argument. I set it on the table and they said that it don’t make no sense. Of that, I get. But i was hoping they would see me and not project. Because the feather’s pearly and’s looks blank. Functions as a mirror and reflects our faith. If you think of it as pen then it’ll make mistakes, even moreso if you add weight. I’m a dumbass, duh, great Look forward to the moments that ain’t this one. Like this one! Maybe I just need patience in the system. That don’t sound right. cuz when i wait, i missed em Look forward to the moments that ain’t this one. Like this one! Maybe I just need patience in the system. That don’t sound right. cuz when i wait, i missed em