If i'm on a path of greatness, have to look at life like this. It's more than the money that makes the man rich. It's the people in his life and the love they have that exist. I've been all about this, this internet shit. My life a focus on every post and yet my two closest friends don't even have a facebook, no. Two suns that allows me to grow. Wait one brings me the warmth from her rays while the other is the raindrops to keep me hydrated on those long summer days. Spin it two ways. Two plays to the heart. Too many people that is a part, of my everyday mental. If i'm the flame, they're the spark. But i'm a blaze in the dark. See me from the moon when you put your spaceship on park. Be at awe. The pessimistic creative intelligentleman that's kinda awk, ward but things are on swerve. Free flowing highs, flying with the birds. Even when i'm on my last nerve it's you the people who keep me from being middle aged men in the burbs. Suicidal with midlife crisis, I is the second coming of Hey Zeus. No reflecting in my review. Windshield smeared from all the bullshit i run through. So this moment on my focus is on loving all of you. To my people...