I know, I know, I know… My patience is bad.
There’s a lot of time in this world that I wish I had.
My deepest feelings a trapped down in a bat cave.
Some thoughts in my mind that you’ll only find in my grave.
Some people in my past that you’ll only hear by flippin back a page.
But not many people I talk to get a pass to go backstage.
It may seem I have stage freight.
But the scene that you don’t see portrays to the world and I’m still able to sleep at night.
My affection reaches the depth of the ocean when shown.
Shallow as puddles when a nigga wanna be left alone.
This is me and I am him shit I can change it.
But who am I to demand my father to take my heart and rearrange it.
This puzzle takes pieces to complete and I ain’t forcing none.
Understand that you won’t understand if you can’t understand this one.
I know
Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
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| — | Rumi (via lucifelle) |
A person does not have to be behind bars to be a prisoner. People can be prisoners of their own concepts and ideas. They can be slaves to their own selves.
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”set sail or get sold” Neem Korali Baba (via buddhabrot) |
I was gunna write today.. But looks like my thoughts are already written.When people say they are lost is it because they have a lot of fixated emotions that have no resolve? That they become clueless to the facts that the world is still spinning when they themselves have no revolution. It most cases we feel as if we have sympathy. But you haven’t walked a step in…
