I got a lot on my plate,
a lot on my mind,
yet I'm still on my grind,
sometimes this life is so blind,
can't understand what's going on thru the mind,
confused yet so confident,
wise yet so loving,
hurtful yet so caring,
everybody wants to be somebody,
but I don't think no one wants to be themselves,
opportunities come and go,
people come and go,
family comes and goes,
It's all about what you know,
how you go,
how you live it,
feel it,
comprehend,
I tend to mend all the wounds,
we are all soldiers of time,
letting the clock wind,
it'll b all fine,
I tell myself it'll be all mine
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