Descendant- a person, plant, or animal that is descended from a particular ancestor.

A Lost Descendant of..?

LIMITLESS

Bound by a bond unchosen I just know when I look inside I find the Wealth of wisdom left behind by those who passed through time…

Left scar’s behind from tragic occurence’s…,

They too, did not chose this…

Backed by Hope’s burdened to carry the Dreams of those once free-

Why cant we learn from their footsteps stapled to the past…

Do you know how it must feel to see an emptiness in the spokes of your Family wheel..?

Left to wonder where they began, a trail leading to where I Stand…

Left to question, what blood flows through this Man?

A King, Farmer..?

A Wise one who carried tales of Generations before..?

Have you ever had to question what history is written on the heart carried through each Generation?

Have you ever had to ask a question which has no answer?

Whoms Dream’s do I carry..?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I’M THINKING?

WHAT AM I THINKING?

by LIMITLESS 

Do you know what I’m thinking?

Really

Rarely do I reveal thoughts hidden deep when I speak

Until

Written through the avenue of the pen

Then 

Inner thoughts are given 

For instance the worry which weighs heavy upon the head crown’d with the duty of leading his

Kingdom

Seeing all problems that exist dealing with self induced impatience

Searching for the right answers on how to arrange this life including the lives given the title of

Responsible live’n

Holding on to the substance  of hope praying that when it comes to crunch time I don’t choke   

Finally beginning to see the comprehension of the scriptures I quote

Noting the conversations I have with Self evaluating every decision 

Under question when development is arrest’n growth leaving soul in gross frustration

Requiring replacement from basement to top-shelf increasing stature by thought 

Daily thinking on these things 

Are my decisions benefiting my legacy?

Will people remember me?

Have I added a fruitful branch to this family tree? 

These thoughts interesting me while I deal with my day to day responsibility  testing the core of me 

Why is life stressing me to exist at a lower level than intended?

Stereotypes defining what’s right editing programming multimedia cramming predetermined paths of

Thought

Eliminating the individual me why can’t I believe what I see?

Is the whole world seduced by fallacies on a campaign to eliminate the imagination in me

 In an effort to darken my day dreaming of hope-filled pastures I rest in when I finally awaken

From thoughts you now know….