Dear reader from Brooklyn, New York, thank you for taking the time to read these articles. To everyone who reads my articles, thank you. To the person I used to be, thank you, for you are the reason I do what I do.
A writer must write, but a writer ain’t shit without you…the reader.
And with that said…Let’s Get 2 Work.
“What is my reason for life he asked, what is my purpose he questioned,
He feels he’s behind in life, only turmoil and strife, with no in-between, it seems, that’s all that’s destined,
Another baby on the way, he knows what he supposed to say, he regrets that, it feels more of a setback…than a blessing, he’s stressin’,
Why was he born, he’s not sure,
Never being filled, how can he pour?
Smoke another cigg, slow suicide,
Who am I? To think I can truly fly, just another loser guy, wasting time, cruising by,
So he thinks…so he drinks,
Walk on water outside but inside…he slowly sinks,
Is he jinxed? Is he cursed,
No, neither, dear reader, let me tell you this first,
For his gift he’s looked everywhere.
Except here…where’s here?
The inner spirit, soul, and mind,
Look within discover purpose, look without you’ll never find,
Your gift lies within you, like a seed contains the fruit,
Inside you lies your truth which is your roots that produce in due time,
You grind, you work, have faith, and you’ll climb,
Don’t follow he nor she,
Don’t even follow me,
Your purpose is to only follow thee… inside.”
WALT FACTUAL
