With clear skies on the forecast,
This life could be what I make it,
I'm an optimist, or maybe I'm crazy to think
my Poetry would really take me places.
I use to dream high
like where the spaceships go,
now I just need room to cultivate on earth
You know, like a space to grow...
I thought about making myself a shirt
With small font that reads
YOUR DREAMS ARE CLOSER TO REALITY
THAN IT APPEARS
For years, I thought of my own
As the balloons being let go after Graduation,
Symbolic of celebration and dissipation
Staring up in the sky at something once grounded,
now elevated, Almost certain
that I could make it.
And if it's was just conversation
Then ive wasted my potential.
As products of the culture
These years are instrumental
Every week
In Different ways i'm feeling hopeless
So I tap away my time
With focus driven by emotion
In this moment
I'm supposed to know the way
or the move
The thing about ascension
Is that gravity kills the groove
Right when im trynna catch a break
Before it all burn...
I invest into the journey,
in hope for some return:
Take the good and the bad
There's a lesson to be learned
What you'll do for money
Far exceeds what it will do for you,
Stand firm up on your morals
And keep it closest to you roots.
Money makes the world go round
And that's prolly true,
But I see the bigger picture
And I'm not playing to lose
MY DREAMS ARE CLOSER TO REALITY
THAN IT APPEARS
It might take a few months
Or it might take a few years.
Dom Root 2019
