Prescribed doses of rules
Injected into you
For the diseases you infected upon self
While you have been
Wild
Discipline is for following rules
And meant for a mediocre
But for a genius
It is a jail
To break it out
One needs courage
And must have to be wild.
Prescribed doses of rules
Injected into you
For the diseases you infected upon self
While you have been
Wild
Discipline is for following rules
And meant for a mediocre
But for a genius
It is a jail
To break it out
One needs courage
And must have to be wild.
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No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain…
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!
There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!
Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart…
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself…
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!
In ‘my’ world…
I am the ‘do-do’.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.
When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.
I ‘may’…
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide…
I will not waste a second,
In debate.
In ‘my’ world…
I am the ‘do-do’.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain…
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.
I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find…
To play with!