Cursed by my imagination, teaming with echos of situations.

It can be said when it rains, it pours and when it pours, it floods.

As of late, flooding is all that it has been. Daily battles just to come up front and make ends meet.Taking shit that I shouldn’t take. Always being dragged down by others mediocrity and misconceptions. Everything’s on cue for me to succeed, just as it is for me to fail. When this flood is over, we’ll see what remains.

My mind, to bright and creative to be contained. To powerful and complex to figure out. To smart, to be told otherwise.

Although I’m bound by my own disposition, I’m on this endless hunt to find fruition.

Soon, I will wake up.

I will win, like I always do.

stay true.