I’m a make up artist
Struggling to find your face in a world of makeup artist,
Trying to save face, Fix your face against a world so thoughtless,
Kiss and make up, such is garbage,
Kiss and then you wipe your lips,
To get the make up off it,
Told to be a rock, but understand the process makes you cold and heartless, because its hard to move a rock in a hard place,
Money and selfies at the center of a rat race, until the ship sinks, in that moment they freeze, say cheese.
Everyone acts as if they are God like but God's face isn't enough to bring them to a knee,
What does an Atheist make a vow to, If he don't believe in nothing,
Is love a thing that you can hold him too, Just a bunch of empty words,
So excuse the nouns and verbs of pose that I pose to you,
I'm opposing you,
Just a canvas, to take my paint brush too and paint your face,
I'll make a clown of you,
So I look in the face of death and failure, and spit,
Take that for a make up, may not finish first,but last is just glass of water in your thirst to needing me money and taxes detail,
Half empty to the sum, but to a select sum, that bank seem more than half full,
Warriors and Bull's consider world champions but only one considered for dream team,
Isn’t a championship team a dream team, Not the norm, its normal, a rather just ignorant norming,
And sometimes we fall back,
I’ll change your thoughts, feelings,and measures about success and understand it’s a process,
For me to become more of a champion with every mistake I make,
I understand that in every step or triumph, a mistake is made,
Wrap your head around it, when my world burns around me,
A phoenix is on the verge to rise, started from the bottom,
I don’t follow paths I trailblazer, but only I walk this way,
Lone wolf, standing on self ,walking alone in a dark place,
Gift of life, So I say good morning and good night,
Ever since birth youth is lost and as age sets in a body fails,
Ali or Willie B, King of the jungle forgotten after the rumble,
When only you can speculate on, time travel match ups in their prime,
Cause what if being the best is just the best at that time,
Even a hero’s legacy and mind declines over the test of all time, Fatherhood to Rapist Cosby,
Look at the countdown clock and find your moment in time, to best,
No matter the age, defeat, or weapon form against the man, define your time and defy the watch,
The champions heart never loses a step, its strong and defiant as ever never met its match, or aged a day,
The heart the immortal roadmap, follow it as it gains followers,
Facing challenges, as facing changes, mastering until facing God in self,
Record isn’t Mayweather, rather George Burns, Oh God, until I die performing,
Time to burn and Times a wasting, But its November first,
Minor set backs, to me are just a chance to take a step back,
Reflecting on journey, adjust to the time, and reformat,
Change my thinking, and so set the clock back,
And sometimes we fall back,
©dexxtoby
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