What am i?
If not moments passing through the night sky?
The sins of my past.
Divine timing,
But mostly at the wrong time.
Seismic pusling in my chest.
The calling for more’s enthralling but stresses me.
Shoulders burdened by me Stalling my destiny.

What am I?
If not A tear from the sun. 
Mother earth breathing life.
But it’s as if her breath Was not a sigh of relief…
But more like a huff of “what the fucks?”
And reasons to be sorry. 
And “The better days are coming so don’t you dare worry”. 

The fields of passion I planted 
And tilled and worked. 
I am just starting to see the fruits of.
In contrast.

The split in my mind.
This battle im fighting.
I’m no more than a wrinkle in time.
My divine blessing arriving. 

I absorb the experiences.
The black boy urge for Every attempt to get this right. 
But if we only get one lifetime.
Is it really worth the lies 
The lies i tell myself?
The lies i choose to believe?

Godless.
Lost.
But that’s what you get when you stick with me.
I bet God would just chuckle with shame if I walk into his meet and greet. 
My worst Nightmare.
My Better Dadydreams. 
Glad to be here.
The pleasures of being D.
27 cycles around the sun.
Let’s be the cycle breakers we were meant to be.