Poetic Injustice

Freestyle 1

I know where I'm from but don't know where I'm going. I've got a key in my hands and three doors and I don't know which door I'll open. I spend time thinking about my future and my past, but presently the present presents me nothing to think about that lasts. The future is uncertain because the future lasts forever. But forever doesn't last forever so that brings certain certainties in the future's uncertainty. The past is certain and cannot be changed. So I try not to think so much about it. I try but I fail, because my mind is the embodiment of reminiscence and my body is it's personification. I spoke of three doors. The first one, happiness. I tried the key but it would not open. I tried “open sesame" but the door refused to heed to the words I've spoken. Then I made a realisation, that the key to unlock the door of happiness was to help society and rid it of it's notoriety and also to make myself happy. Meaning I was the key to my happiness. With this realisation I easily opened the door. Now I'm happy. The second door, love. My Father tells me to love my neighbor as myself, but If I don't love myself I can't love my neighbor. This gave me another realisation. That haters only hate because they don't love themselves. Upon this realisation I made a vow, to love myself for who I am and make my soul an embodiment of love. I easily opened the door afterwards. The third door, my future. I had no idea how to open this door, but then I made another realisation. That to unlock my future I had to make my present present itself just in the way I wanted my future to. But the uncertainty of the future is not the uncertainty of the present. So I'm still confused. I looked at the key in my hand, and threw it away realising that only one person has the key to the future. And so I leave my future where it has always been. In the Hands of God.