Am I wasting time?
I sit here an I could rhyme all day
But I'm not getting nowhere if I waste time and play,
I wish I could see a vision and not sit
Waste time feeding pigeons,
Guide my footsteps to a place
Where I'm able to race not for me but Grace,
I'll lace my shoes and dodge the grooves
Of this Maze captive in a daze
I end up nowhere and stare amazed
Maybe it's just a faze but I'll one day
Graze at my achievements and what I've done
Everyone will clap their hands and look at what I've begun
A new path to a new road full of gold
An I'll be able to uphold my victory,
Be traced down in history it's a mystery but I'll study
My end be different from my kin
My skin won't reflect my selective thought
Been taught to strive and dive into glory
Don't think this poem is boring,
Just giving you a honesty story.