Some see signs. Some don’t see them at all. Some see the signs clear as day and still run head‑first into a brick wall. Some don’t believe the signs they’re shown, and others can’t even pinpoint how they walked the whole damn path and still haven't grown. Some plant seeds but never tend the land, forgetting that anything worth having needs nurturing, needs care, needs the kind of attention that growth demands. some accept, others manage sometimes it's a payout other times collateral damage some doubt what they perceive resort to logical thinking and let the brain decide and theoretically train themself without emotional override what to believe That’s the way of the world. The way it goes. But a reason is not a season, and that takes some getting used to, I suppose... Reasoning is your mind playing tricks, and sometimes it hangs around too long. Seasoning just adds variety to the mix a little character, a little flavor, a little something to keep you strong. When you’re driving a hundred miles an hour, you see less of the scenery and more of the feeling and being in the passenger seat doesn’t make that any less real. Lane changes, pullbacks, screeching halts, turns that take too long none of that means something’s wrong. its something you have to feel It just means the road shifted, and you’ve gotta shift with it. It means the moment changed, and you need to proceed differently. Sometimes the universe whispers. Sometimes it yells. Sometimes it demands an immediate response. sometimes going with the flow hits different than what you know you can either give it or let it.. instantly traded instance indecision or a moment's hesitation becomes what is arriving at middle ground without interruption emotionally intact with little baggage in tow emotionally intact with little baggage in tow ... middle ground without interruption a moment's hesitation becomes what is middle ground without interruption emotionally intact with little baggage in tow emotionally intact with little baggage in tow [funky beat, repetitive groove, 808's, sinister piano westside style 90'style] i need it to hit differently, i already know. i wanna take the signs that allow you to grow grab it and go with a brand-new flow never being one much for instruction, ive encountered my share of disfunction. i want to believe that somethimg great , i can achieve. from every lesson i have ever learned something special i have earned. i don't know it all but know enough there's never a sign before the wall. i want to run into a future as if time is running out if it says proceed with caution I'm at full speed no doubt they say life imitates art-they lied many never recognized while living, its usually after they died there is much truth in that and i don't want to live in the creation of aftermath that's a fact. let me be the art that life didn't paint not committed to certain design and experience didn't taint. the next sign you see i hope it hits differently grab it and go with a brand-new flow.
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