+`+`Three Weeks And Two Days`+`+

After all these lessons,
I've crossed the line of immaturity
Eyes are open,
nothing is sugar coded.
Cold blooded.
The almighty gives me a taste of divine inconvience.
I hesitate but then I lean forward
I see there's more to life,
I realize inner-right my friends, superficial stereotypes.
Be on top and look below to see who we are.
as if we're an infatured star.
But why just a taste, what was the reason to be teased.
I ask myself did this just occur, was it all a faded blur?
Lord No.
As you know I'm a mere mortal of sand,
How can I indure this fuckin pain?
This awkward feeling occurs in my stomach.
it then works its way to my heart, it eats it away,
I am now left with knowledge of give and take.
After all these 18 years of hate I awake.
Just the span of 3 weeks and two days

                  ~Aruj