MOVING
I will not plan for tomorrow until I’ve succeeded today.
Sit and pray for better ways of learning. To quiet the yearning grown fond of showing itself as a burning emotion. Evoking the notion of pride and intelligence. I free myself of irrelevance while undertaking developments of the mind.
My spine could not be more still. I restructure my heart so there’s more of it to fill. And the pills that they feed me — I desert and think freely. Because the only way to see this life is never easy. Believe me.
I’ve tried and forced difficulty upon myself; this wealth I turned down will never be missed. How can profound thoughts exist without inspiration? I am accepting applications for all willing patients. But my scope has not settled — my rebel ways not yet curbed.
I will always be free as long as I make myself heard.
Deserve the best only if you put the best in. I believe I am destined to make it — no question marks. The start is similar to the end, and the friends that you keep might be the ones to do you in.
So realign your stars. Because some of us are closer to Mars than to Earth. Yet if you know your self than you know your worth. Never become a slave to anything and accept the idea that being content is just fine. No man is an island. This notion has been stalking me like I stalk these streets at night.
I used to look for fights and found one inside myself. Enveloped in Hell. Now I stand straight better to tell. The story of glory days rather than how crime pays, and if you’ve yet to grasp this then you’ve yet to get paid.
There is a weekly advance on the knowledge you decide to ride with. Learn it now. Sink it in. Open your eye lids.
Kids, I’m hoping I’m blinding those with sight; they likely aren’t using it right. Open your minds.
Poems and lines are hard to find without signs. Designed to rewind time and I’ve tried — but yet to find — another sacred ancient kind. So stay humble and never mumble your words.
I believe we already discussed the importance of being heard.
I’ll fly every day for the rest of my life. And for the rest of the night, I’ll decline the high I used to use as a tool. What a fool needs a substance to give him substance.
Find me in the distance of the circle of acceptance. I’m leading my own army towards righteousness and sunsets.
Written By: Matteo Urella / 2005
Original Photography: October 2015
