Sixth Sense

I never explain my work if you don’t understand, I guess compliments are on you –

It’s always been about you, how you perceived my image, how I dressed up, how I presented myself to you, it’s always been about keeping a decent image in order for you to be proud of your own craft. You can forget about me explaining what we meant, who we were talking about, forget how we felt inside, forget us, forget the things we thought explaining mattered, the times we vowed to keep you updated, forget it.

Banging the door at three o’clock in the morning begging our career to open for us, temperatures dropping outside; we got our mansions at rock bottom they vowed there isn’t enough room for us at the top, in the name of hard work we’re expected to get comfortable. Sitting around every bonfire sharing stories of how the top could be, they imprisoned us with enough vision to break through.

Wake up and smell the roses before you’re turned into roses.