sitting back listening to my favorite grooves by The Roots I fell into insperation and wrote this…

AT DAYS END

By LIMITLESS

 

The formal way

Of courses lay upon muddy ground directed by ruts

 To

A poverty mindset

 But I,

 Course correct

 Looking up to see the guide to the new

 The same view of lost ships set a drift

Moon-shines, stars reach with a light hand, & morning intrudes on it all 

My heart calls

Too new ways of thought finding self-resting in wealth more than monetary

Values of truth speak magnitudes upon the ears of the youth

At

Hearts closing I find the rose of life still growing

 Into perfection with every lesson

Still hoping for a passing grade

When my soul is examined

At

The end of days promised….