Before I Go

Countless possibilities of how I'm wanting to succeed

Staring down the mothership and hoping that I cope to free

All of my intuition into the passion that I bleed

But I'm chained upon the shackles of my own anxiety

value thoughts of those who don't care over those who die for me

For facts that they created with intent to neglect me

So I separate to travel time with my mentality

To understand that all I have is horrid insecurities

That I never really handled since I was cradled into the arms of a mother who's life was fatal, pushing the universe outside her crevice but couldn't handle the gravity to understand the sun that she found in me