I lift words from the pages like magicians a rabbit.
Tricks from the hat its,
Becoming a habit./
Flip it, Lifting my hand.
Gifted. Simple as that./
Defy gravity the way my
Tricks come to plan, it's the
Seeds that I planted./
Lifted my sleeve, a handful of tricks
But never the tracks, just a map
Of the streets, graffiti the passage./
It seems that in fact
We're all tryna keep at our tracks,
Thiefs reach exceeding their grasp.
I'm feeding on competitors,
CAN'T deal with the crabs!
Can't read the situation?
Can't see past our patterns?
Can't reach out to a friend or
Even a parent?
/Pride TOO big exceeding their reach
Now he's MISSING a hand!
Or crippling fear leave you stiff where you stand.
I bet you still feel me, remember the map? / Follow the path as you read off a canvas.
The signs lead us,
The leaders failed if they can't
Help you reach a new plateau
Or speak a new language.
I wrote this in brail, lifted the words
Now I'm reading the AIR!
-Leonel_FTWB
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#AspiringResilienceDuringExtremeNegativities
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