If a picture is a reflection, what could be the picture of my life
picture me living as a king
like a heart beat, life comes in two’s, there is up and there is down
picture my crown taken and buried in the ground
picture me living as a slave
but in every scenario you could be happy or you could sad
picture me a slave living with the kings
picture me picturing myself as a king
picture me out of my comfort zone
picture me kneeling to kiss their rings
picture every prince and princess stepping on my feet
picture me locked out in the dark
picture me sleeping out in the cold
they say patience is a virtue but life is mean and she’s directing my scene
picture me despite, but content with who I am
picture me an orphan at the bottom of the family tree
picture the Lord above me but the devil on my shoulder
picture me on my knees calling out every night
picture me crying through the sleepless nights
As long as the sun do shine, even the littlest of animals has a chance to survive
picture me a visionary playing catch with haters mind
picture me behind the mirror motivating myself
picture me a lone wolf with a pack worth of scares
picture me climbing the family tree, matter of fact (scratch that)
picture me building my family tree
picture me getting married and having kids
picture me achieving my goals
picture my seeds taking note from my past
picture me passing my life test
picture me putting smiles on the faces of my late parents
At a point in time, the sun stops shinning but life never stops moving
A twist in life, when you look into the mirror you see you not me, but
interesting when i look into your mind, I see me not you.
Poetry 