My World: Quest For The Throne

Above the Bar

I am above the bar,
Partnered with my vanity and ego — we sometimes shift and become one and the same — that's just the way that we go,
A wish to be adored but we're heavily flawed — that's just who we are,

Do I need a permit to admit that I commit crimes as I spit out these words as full bars not cut into thirds before I have to justly acquit myself to raise my spirit before I quit?

Shit, I want to be the best around — to astound everyone — to earn my crown and be renowned as my lines resound with those down on the ground with no sound in their voice because they are where I've been and it feels like there's no choice,

Act like inhibition's a fable, you're able to enable your stability to be stable and this is what I struggle with when it's my insecurities that I cradle and lest I slip, I best make sure it's not fatal,

A detour to tour my thoughts like a tally tallying the scores of the battles against my ego because his arms are thrown open but I want my winnings — leave me in the game for one more innings,

Before I rise, really realize that this is just the stage of the artform that I utilize,

I am above the bar,
I am a mess just looking for success — got a set of morals and a goal that always seems too far — just trying to keep true,
But attention is what I seek too,

I'm an active attention seeker seeking a mention in every comment section that I take as validation to validify my introspection,
It's like muscle memory with the muscles' tendency to write down works for people who read it and remember me,

If you want to see someone smiling on the outside but inside they're crying and feeling like they're dying, you've got me — call me Pavarotti since my life is a play but I don't know how it's played and I'm a little afraid that I made the passing grade too high since it's all just weighed down by the thoughts I've conveyed until the words pool like the remnants of a rhyming cascade, creatively collecting concessions similar to the confessions of my expressions and I obsess over every word that it's one of my obsessions but really — can you see me yet through my topics?

If not, then I guess it's just a problem with the optics,

I am above the bar,
Just trying to do my best,
A scattered mind that we are trying to find,
Maybe it just needs some rest.