By Leon the Servant
I can’t change the future, but…
I can change perspective.
Many would be septic
If they don’t read the news script
Cuz it feels like a life diss.
No hot patch nor quick fix
No peace offering,
Easy to swallow,
Cuz most people hollow;
Remains discarded in unknown sorrow.
Listen with caution.
Put all my thoughts in question.
I’m just a make-shift—Reflection
Of my experiences.
And sometimes I do what is delirious;
Have you lookin’ at me like, “You serious?”
I’m imperfect, but mostly by choice
Cuz I give my flesh a voice,
But still, I’m curious
Of the outcome.
I swore I wouldn’t succumb
To my vices that deceptively
Try to use me.
No, I won’t let these situations