Instead of backwards manifesting
I relearned so many lessons
let go of all the stressing
air head that’s somehow breathless
went from literal to less -ing
all the illusions now undressing
confessing not a ritual
balanced overused aggression
society no longer messing
no pressure to feel less then
racing with other humans
but not blinded by their conceptions
stop measuring my success with
checks for equal blessings
we shinning whenever needed
in shadows, that’s where I rest-in
take chances and believe it
what I do, fulfills a need
many aspire to be a rose
I’m satisfied being a weed.
