1 universal law,

2 sides to every story,

3 strikes and you’re out, mandatory

4 seasons each and every year,

5 senses which humans possess,

My 6th is stone, less fears between my ears

7 years ago I was going through the motions, a different person, wading in a directionless ocean

8 year old me would be in awe now, for that I’m certain

9 lives, haven’t used up all mine, clawing my way back so I can keep on that grind

Land softly on my feet, the perspective is the world is mine

10 at night, reflect on how I got here, how it was just bright, the moon and stars up in the sky, casting the only light.

2 columns exist,

Those who are, and those who take risks and persist

Numbers are real, don’t have feelings,

But chase numbers too hard, you’ll break through that ceiling

Sealing yourself with seven deadly sins, material gain is not the game

God is infinite, I am into it.

Not even a million different straws can leave a dent in my powers,

Others inflicting back breaking behaviors,

Bounce and brush by, I let karma handle any returned favors

Been busted and dusted before, no bullshit

Only human, embrace my truth, my light, my shadow, they are not separate

Learned that the punishment is staying stagnant, every action has an equal and opposite reaction,

It all comes back to one, the whole self, intact, the human condition,

Is the ultimate gift, individualization.