Moving forward
My mothers cloud cushioned my fall from the motivation of realism.
The world is a seperate entity webbed into skepticism.
My life elevates and glides on the ice of criticism.
Military bound trying to keep the world safe from terrorism.
I battle with all of the unpleasantries of cynicism.
I feel like I don't fit in cause I don't fancy favortism.
I challenge adversity, Strength is my mechanism.
The armor I wear daily recharges on spiritualism.
Honoring the Lord's code is how I was raised with baptism.
My life is free from the barriers and shackles of socialism.
Now my life has more meaning than the bling bling of materialism.
Here I am chasing, trying to grab hold to this gift of journalism.
Free