I need an idea to finish this sentence.
Why am I on this planet?
Just a thought but I can understand it.
The universe is so big…
I remember when I was a kid,
all I wanted was to model,
now all I need is a role model.
The grass seems to grow either way.
Night still changes to day,
and I’m left stuck in this maze.
With choices and right things to say.
Racing with time that I feels been expired.
Want to move forward but how?
Smoking my loud, I sit on my clouds
and contemplate what Imma do…
Take a spiritual view, until it hits me naturally
till my instincts kick in automatically.
But that hasn’t happened so I sit here and wait.
What Lord lies in my fate?
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