It’s all so near. What seemed so far is actually here. The years two days the seconds are now into play. How do you describe that quarter of a slice when a semester is half of the whole year’s price? Focus in, passion out, Its when you realize you are the star in your own play. now you gotta look into the you. It’s now you gotta look into what makes you you, right now you Gotta look at what they took and do the best you can doooo. It was the 1 2 2 and the 3 2 4 Just a blip alive but not the 5, 6, 7 but the 8, oh great!!! now they’re here.. oh god, the years of change, the year i was told I was born to hate. With obscurity of hairs turned immaturity of all the stairs brought new insecurities but this… was… just… the start. Let’s talk 9, No 10, oh thank heaven for 11 but then… The 12. Not the end or the middle it actually has begun. now you gotta look into the you. It’s now you gotta think you knew the now grown you, you now have to know what made you youuuuuu. Past the cups and the walks between impressionable talks that 12 became null and the void came full. Alone and awake free from that safe home. You get to drink and hear the pressure the peer. Soon my 5 and 6 appeared in the mirror and the 7 and 8 stared from the gate. Then my 4 2 3 said 2 my 2 1 to me, this is all smoke and mirrors it’s just stupid fun. It stopped, I felt, It hit, i saw the way, dont quit this is just lifes crazy way to get you through. now you i got to look into the me. It’s now I knew the me that can be free, it’s now I know what all has made me to be to be me. From my 1 2 12 combinations of separations in the years to a degree, its picking up the pieces of the puzzle the constant rearranging of the picture of who we were meant to be. Or what is the me im meant to be The individual me and who I want you to see.
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