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The first time I hit the stage,
My whole body shaked,
Listening to some lame laureate spin words off the page,
But for me I rhyme with a timeless touch of the pen, regardless I’m rushing in, gripping to every word like it’s my last breath on earth,
My raspy voice cackles and tries to die on me but knows what it’s destined for,
I’m like a Jedi master an entrepreneur,
And what’s for sale,
Is my spiritual force,
So while I try to listen I try to drift and ask God why do these people exist?
But I always listen, cause I feel in the back of my head, that If I were God,
I would make everyone an empty vessel like plants and photosynthesis,
A receptor a collector, an injector that is designed in everyone to decipher the process but I flow outside the boxes, so my fate is to capture the moment so here it is,
Oh wait I’m no different from that laureate.

This poem is Copyright ยฉ BSteel