A random canopy of hopes own vanity
Candidly the man is me
Family tree-standing free
Take whatever life is handing me
Send it back broken or beautiful
Not outspokenly suitable
Not a masked social crucible
I’m the one that lives when I breathe
My heart of gold in a steel cage on my sleeve
A chosen fate, I hold the weight, open my gate
In rhythm with liquid visions that I see
I’m a hard shell to crack and relax openly
Backstage, blank page, and no trophy
Hollow forces hold me ghostly
In his castle a man waits
Words cascade as his hand drapes-
A reality of passionate landscapes
Positive flow of generated energy
What shines is what’s meant to be
It’s a legacy’s recipe for a real complete destiny
