I sit here and contemplate a way that I can possibly escape / the ruin I Am in.
The questions that I regurgitate further frustrate my innate / desire to aspire to go higher.
Now my vision I must elevate and demonstrate / determination until I reach my destination.
I lay aside all that does not coincide with the mission I must accomplish.
I am now mad enough to be man enough
to get my stuff / together, and do whatever I must to bust free.
In the vicinity of this city nothing of continual appeal is worthy of my zeal.
I trade convenience for significance when options have run dry though everyday I try.
Who or what can dissuade when my mind is made?
As divine notion does warm, I set out to break from the norm.
May my steps be ordered from on High as I vie to fight in my flight.