I walk back to the fork where bravery was misunderstood where idle hands were rewarded with the greater good. And from those hands was yielded a new, a birth a beginning so very foreign to you and on you surge with lubricated pride reaching for a reflection of your greatness inside. So you see my walk cannot be in vain I walk back to the choice, the option, the beginning of this reign. I dare to redeem our mother's name and reverse the current which has drowned our immaculate flame. Yes I walk strong but not true for I hide the secret the tragedy that is me and you. One foot in front of the other is all I can do hoping to show all that the original is far greater than the brand new. So on I walk weeping inside for you see the tragedy is we are too burdened to fly. So your rude awakening is here and your pain is fresh and new showing off your new lungs they say but me and you know the truth. The seed has already been placed and it clinches to your soul causing such a feeling that only the awakened know. Hoping to grow strong enough to lull you from your path the seed is fed plenty of ignorance using love as its flask. If only they knew they would fall to their knees praying for forgiveness while asking you to lead but you are the miracle which has filled their eyes with pride blinding them of your wisdom which their knowledge will soon bind. And bind tight it will choking you to sleep no longer able to fight the seed that now feasts. This is our battle our continuous plight and to awaken is only the beginning of our long journey back to the light. So as your soul sleeps simmering with pain I pray for the day it boils over and you awaken born again. Running from a creature that was drawn to the light so engulfed with fear I dashed out of sight. And now from a distance I laugh with delight as the moth seeming lost flew off into the night. Returning to the balcony with a fresh candle in hand I attempted to recapture the deep thoughts I once had damn you moth for disturbing my brain my thoughts ran so free until you came oh why dear God would you allow such a thing knowing that I need peace for my thoughts to sing ... Now finally able to find peace again I am able to recapture the state of mind  I was in centering myself with an inverted eye I notice a light a glowing incandescence inside. Oh my dear God what love you have for me sending me a sign before I knew I was in need now I can see that fear is not meant to be leading me away from the light inside of me. I ran from a moth that was drawn to the light so engulfed with fear I dashed out of sight and now from the balcony I pray the moth catches sight of another whose flame glows bright in this night. And I hope they wasn't lookin is what you was thinkin when it got tookin a person unaware of self is always available for that bookin. Name number and service all wrapped up in a little card now you walkin away hoping they positively critiquing what you view as flawed. So you a diamond in the rough angling for that proper cut something to sweeten up that raw intoxicating the regality of your strut. Ain't nothin wrong with being grown but you so far away from home worrying about them other eyes catching you fall from off that throne. You're so alone and have grown numb to all those dreams of the right one reducing your spirit to bones and flesh handing over your worth between thumb and index and they say whenever you point that three more point back at you that's why I hope their name number and service are the only things you newly contracted to. I'm neither condemning nor hating game cuz without selflove ain't nothin the same even the right one can seem wrong when applying tangible to spiritual pain so just reclaim that childhood aim your aura glows with regality regained and feel the grain of awareness changed when you come to realize that that right one and self are one and the same. Love is love, Pain is pain, Tears are tears, and Game is game so don't get caught up in laying the blame because love is love ... ain't nothin the same.