
Its good to be alive.
I thrive, Mind mine most of the time
Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.
Back into a place of nature and creation.
Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.
And thats okay.
I breathe with the words of the trees and I…
Write just for me. So comfortably.
Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.
My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle
So many things I can get into.
From video games to graffiti.
Black book pages with a pencil.
Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.
So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.
What am I writing for and fighting for?
Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?
So live for the day.
Righteously despite the sorrow.








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