There’s a whole lot of quit in you
Success isn’t instant after all
Without a goal, there is no endgame
Years ahead, where do you see you
How hard will you toil without notice
Without recognition, alone, anxious
Grind is a belief in the self and the trust
That walls are mental only, easily broken
11.19.19
The doctors also happen to be serial killers
Poisoning the poor while whispering
”This is good for me so it must be great for you”
11.18.19
Stars do not weep when
You take your last breath
Yet we are made of stardust
Universes illuminate our minds
Brighten another soul and
You light constellations afire