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What's pushing me toward this energy,

Is it my ego that desperately wants to be stroked,

Is it my head that's easily provoked,

Or is it this nagging desire to produce a lasting quote?

Something that lives on well past my demise,

Shooting to kill only to prove to myself I can aim between the eyes,

Unlimited amount of amo so I’m not moving instead just letting time fly,

Every step is intentional and every word is wise.

Got the power of an army backing me,

But it's pushing up again me holding closely to my anxiety,

Meanwhile I’m weaving in and out like a car through society,

Until I release the words of my speech through my paper route.

Not sure where I'm going,

Don't know if I'm heading in the right direction,

But as long as I got my pen and pad,

The words are my North Star and I now know where I’m heading.

See I'm just a youth with the world at my fingertips,

But inner turmoil made me think twice,

So between the brain trauma and mental health issues,

Came motivation in the form of do or die. 

The flow from these words send an electric shock down my spine,

Ironically helping me reach tranquillity in my mind,

The higher me has been consumed by the inspired me,

And now I'm just high off my own fumes.