The Past Life

I think back to the fact,

I felt empty and black.

A time, where I was young and blind

Defined by fighting, and blacking eyes.

Now working towards my own enterprise.

I capitalize my creativity.

Put it to work.

And show my worth.

Eventually,

I’ll accept, I’m the man to be.

Gracefully, taking the stage,

I’ll say my name and leave my rage.

Inner peace,

Inside I have no worry

I no longer stride, in a hurry.