buwek

Revelation is what im now feeling

getting in touch while emotions are reeling

figuring out how

I can make myself better

Struggling for freedom

From these irons they fetter

Dead lead weight on these wrists

embroiled brain cells bending

from office politricks, plot twists

all the while im lending

myself

to a cause without substance

a products life upon a shelf

have I sold my soul?

Have I given away my control?

Control to hold the path

of my life in sight?

Is this a sort of

permanent plight?

No,

I’ll go,

On my way

My OWN way,

I’ll strike off these fetters,

and make myself better,

I will rise above,

I will overcome,

Nothing can stop me now,

The only question left is

Am I on a roll or

just outta control?

Hell, only time’ll tell,

When my well

Runs dry,

If I’ll have the steam to still fly high