Day 24: Grind

Courtesy: Diggie Vitt (modified)

Riding on the track

Like I don’t give a care in the world.

Situation sieved me like wheat but left no crack.

Guess I was harder than 'em after all.

The world on a silver platter,

Royal robes on my shoulder;

I am Destiny’s Chief,

Immune to dilemma's mischief.

Tomorrow may come over and over again,

It may pass away faster than it can be replayed.

But I’m staying on my grind.

My prophecy is clear even to the blind.

I will not be ashamed,

Even if the ballgame should change.

Nothing stays the same.

Love is the essence of pain,

Disappointments abide

And will thrive still

Like dramatic weed in a man’s psyche.

It’s difficult to breathe

Still an individual got to exist

In this heated criminal oasis.

Ama keep staying on the grind

And be as consistent as the sunrise.

There’s no vacancy for compromising

Cause I’m all over the cake like the icing.

Akpan