i choose a bold suffer as a warrior for my redemption and not comfort in being a desiring slave to greed’s oppression
much as it appears to be my choice, it is one forced on me by the laws and the fears of men who could not hold back their judgement but lamented when excellence drew close or when failure took a stroll and my feet and face met on the ground overwhelmed
in the day or night i grasp towards light even in the grayest of skies
when i see none i do not hurt because then i know there is one shining through me
from a place i have stored up all the light that i ever caught
there is no life in looking into darkness but surely there is light to display the path and lead me and that is where my heart goes
on my wall i see memories of the future
on the floor i feel scars from the blows printed deep
but with my head held high and my shoulders covered with budges of experience i choose to look at the wall and not the floor till a next door opens
there is not much joy in looking down on my yesterday me when my tomorrows me will have been amazing
i might as less as other not understand what i say now
but when i have lived long enough and my tears are run dry
my smile is multiplied in wrinkles
the light that can not be overseen will shine through me
and the greed or fear will pass me by at a distance
and my future will long be a past at my final destination
i will wake up at the feet of Jesus covered in the Glory of God
MBA