obis of essence.

pebbles on the ground, add on to the the sound of
my tapping feet. i jump and i leap.. and the
earth feels me.
the earth hears & feels my creative constance,
let me drift into obis of my very own essence.

so as i step outside, i call upon elements
to help myself unwind. im feeling just a little
unstable in my mind.
so i shove on my headphones and i close my eyes.
& all alone i dance it out. under the street lights
i sing to myself,
wind, help me to loose the insecurity i've found.
let me float above my natural idiocy that lives on he ground.
water quench my thirst for peace of mind..
fire inside of your flame, is my passion and pain.


WISE MIND.
in order to rarely have problems one must be wise.
one must be completely aware of whats in inside..
and know themselves and the world around,
underneath, over & out.
i constantly talk & think about how i gotta grow..
maybe my impatient assumptions.
ironically cause my change to slow.


lets bundle up and escape to the city,
where opportunity may be our company.