No more hiding.
At one point last week, I just got mad.
I got a glimpse of myself in a corner, scared to step out.
I felt that I was playing the game too safe. Too comfortable.
I remember I was walking towards the bus stop, coming from school.
And a rage just burst out…
And with that rage, came this poem…
You want to play? Let’s play.
The “S” on my chest is glowing,
I’m undressing the mediocrity.
You wanna take it high, let’s take it high!!!
For the record… I own the skyscraper.
You think I can’t fly, I’ll show you I can.
I’m losing the fake smile,
My nice self to the sideline,
My apologetic self, I’m crucifying.
Enough of playing on the ground floor.
You have just awoken the beast.
The “S” on my chest is glowing, and I’ve just undressed.
I don’t like the outfit anyway. It’s dirty and it doesn’t look good on me anyway.
Fear belt is worn out,
Doubt shirt is torn out,
Worry pants have just gone out of fashion.
…. All of them. Useless.
Time to show them my fearless outfit.
They think they can stop me. Well, let them try. I’ma rip them in two. for show.
Purpose is right in front of me and I won’t stop until it’s fulfilled.
Laser beam focus, no destruction.
Non-stop focus, I’m my only obstruction.
It’s my world and I’m running it.
And if you think I’m playing, try and block me.
I’m coming in hot, I’ll burn you if you get close.
I’m flaming purpose, I’m enlightening.
I’m curious what’s on your mind right after reading this poem. Do you care to share? please share on the comment section.
