Untitled -- 3.2.2004

My mind comes and it goes, it just runs and it flows it’s just too hard to keep close, some discourage the path that I’ve chose, who knows, maybe they’re right, but maybe their not, maybe their a lot like me when they’re in this spot, young and pressured, out looking for my way to a treasure, placing pride before pleasure, racing mind nevermore textured, and I still got so much more maturing to do, I’ve got some reassuring to do, point myself at my goals, through hell or high water, or if I have to walk on hot coals, speed up when approaching all obstacles, I’m not logical but it’s only optional.

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