And it goes…
If you have nothing nice to say..
Then hold your tongue in gentle play along the edge of taboo
Sweet.. But a fool.
See..I drooled at the ecstasy drilled into the normal pathways of interaction. A hello became a lifetime and a grind became a result of the time spent in your presence. Blessings and resonance. My lifetime finally discovered the true definition in rhythm needing rhyme…
It was never a crime loving art… But I allowed it to consume me
Excuses began to perfume me
And honest lyrics evaded shading my brick road yellow.
I was mellow in interacting with intuition,
Scared to achieve
Today I finally realized… She was right
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?”
I guess I’ll be free.
Quote from Marianne Williamson’s *Our Greatest Fear.*