P.o.e.t.s Please Open Ears Too Succeed

A poet Will live
Some poets dont die
Some poets will struggle
Some poets will cry
But the ink on the papers is the same
And the mind , sets us different
Reading life thru words
Experiencing the flower inside the dark room
Bloom into a rose
While sitting behind a field of Lilly's
Waiting to change into that rose
Life has its options
No butterfly started that way
Stop waiting on the ticks of forever
They wont sail while paddling on concrete
The bump in the road is in hostage
The hands of a slave is in bondage
The voice of a mime is enclosed
While the mind of a poet gets told
Cant build a house with the water
Swim on air will not do
A poets mind thinks wisely
The lion dosent belong in a zoo.

Be ya self never let no one tell you aint going to make it out of somewhere u aint meant to be in... Greater is coming .