Don’t look at the sumptuous moments
that are spent improving the rooms
that I walk in
Don’t revisit the ideas I extricate
from my mind
and apply to precipices of our
fusions
Forget about the thickets I chopped
away
from minds who were not ready until I
got there
Leave behind the energy I poured into
everything I did just because I cared
to share
No, just think of how my slaving wasn’t
apple watched
Despite the months that I was there without my meets to swap
I lit up minds. I watered hearts and inspired paths.
I got my foot caught all up in the mouse's trap.
I was there doing what I do best like no other
ever will
I was built more different than any cable you'll find in a mill
But thank God for rest and the strength that he builds
For resets and for steps to wipe up the spills
It’s the weekend now and I'm celebrating sleep
Let’s not pretend that alarms don't sound if you never counted sheep
And rest doesn't happen if doubt piles up like a desk's work heep
Thank God for the ability to level up on my knees
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