Who

i guess if i was made in the vision of him
then who is it that you've been the mirror to
I'm faced with doors closed and bigger shoes
aimlessly wandering, what can beggars do?
cause I'm begging for a righteous victory
against the disdain and villianry
I'd ask if you were hearing me
but you're way past that
i hope things could be better
so i cork up my top hat
constantly asking where are you getting at
see we still missing the important part
fighting the tears to the heart
i couldn't imagine these swings without a park
i don't care who you are
lets make it known
i mean so much more to me
i mean, I'm so much more than me
underneath the skin and the bones
i grip this soul
it lets me know I'm alive and how to get home
I've been encompassed by its governance
its the looking glass to my discoverance
this is me i promise
if it wasn't
you would have to kill me, honest


A quick poem I whipped up last night. I'm so anxious to get back into training. Supporters welcome. Come join me on this journey. I haven't worked with the same coach for consecutive seasons since sophmore/junior year of high school. I think I have an opportunity and I'm ready for it. It won't be tough to balance everything, unless achieving everything isn't an option. I probably need this more than ever right now. I think it's the right timing and right circumstances. Back in love.