Growing up is like going through a maze
You trying to find your way out
But you have snakes, humans, hatred, depression, racists, rapists, diseases, killers, poverty, and life blocking your way
You may say it’s a part of life
But I often tell myself it doesn’t have to be like this
If we could just get past the chains of repeated patterns
And come together not only for bad occasions but for the good accomplishments of others
Then just maybe we can be at peace
Lost in the mind is like dropping your compass and not knowing where to go
If only I had a map to find out my directed path
If we could just mind our business
But still have the need to not catch the blind eye disease when something affects us
I mean I could walk past you a thousand times
But what good would that do me if passing you meant that I only I receive the victory
See I’m just trying to get you to see
That the vision I see
That the vision I feel
That the vision I hear
Is far bigger than you or me
Peace
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