I want my life to be shaped by a memory collection.
With that comes with lots of mistakes, thus I need your correction.
Forgive me, don't judge me if you cannot love me.
I was born with my imperfections rooted in me like that of a tree.
All I need is that unconditional motive of respect and pure love.
It's hard to get that from people around, might as well ask my higher power above.
Life's all about the lessons it teaches, lower yourself , no matter the heights you reach .
Once shown the right direction, the rest falls into place like a wordsmith laced and on a switched on muse.
Show me the ropes to the top, my family needs that win, I can't afford to loose.
Loyalty, humility and pride, get all three or more, how long it will last, you decide.
Asking questions, not all answers are satisfactory, this a Rubik's cube, in my head it resides.
I never grow any younger as the hour passes, it's always I time to learn, I can't chance this.
Getting scared of reality more, but facing it like it a disease and I carry the cure.
Sometimes I get to a new juncture, I forget my intuition and make turns that I'm not even sure.
I need that right direction from all points, I don't need an academy graduate in robes to say I'm impure.
The road is mostly messy, my hands gets shaky, my voice gets tweaky.
Tell me what I need to know now and stop the delay.
How would I know I am really ready?
What are the clues to keep my stand study?
Wherever I might end up, I hope it was the right direction and the right way.
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