I remember starting this year all hopeful and purposeful
For the first few weeks, purpose became just a pose
Yes, I launched my first book, but still,
I drifted into what I could not understand
I did not know what was happening to me
Weeks became months, I was clueless on what to write next.
I used to write to showcase wordplays, puns, and other figures of speech and then look for a way for fix the message into it
Now all I want to do is know who gives the message
Maybe I should just stop there…
Hopefully something comes out of it
When I live my life like the creator would have me do and die to self
“Self” being every thought that exalts itself against the knowledge of God.