Spoken Visions

Food For Thought

I want to see you, not just what you portray

But what God laid

For you to be before you came out the womb and saw your first day.

What happened to the perseverance and determination?

The ambition without contemplation?

So now you hold back

But won't backlash

From being stabbed in the back

By past cats?

Would I be wrong if I told you to just move on?

Fuck them , you got it all going on.

But I don't understand why you hold on so long,

And when I ask you about it seems as if the same cat got a hold of your tongue.

I see that got you feeling a little sensitive.

You take a deep breath, take out your phone and check your messages,

But wait, here it goes, the lesson:

When three days pass and not a call in sight,

You'll see through God's will a wrong can never be right.

So don't press the issue

Grab a tissue

Wipe your tears and see the visual.

While you're crying the world keep spinning.

The days keep going and the devil will keep winning.

Is it vivid?

Don't you see there are no limits?

You can get to the top, look down at your doubts, and still keep shitting.

The moral of the story as I bring it to an end,

Is to never let anyone tell you that without them you cannot, because you can.

Your dreams can stretch up from the ground to infinity

I just want you to remember me

As the girl who put food for thought in your memories.