Don't you love when it's just you and the void?

When you stand up to speak and recognize your own voice

When fate's in front of face, you recognize it as joy

Because pain's a phase, you're not a victim of choice

This is real life

These are your poems in motion

I know tranquility is gifted once you hone your focus

So keep me humble, keep me strong, keep me safe

With skeletons in open air, and hearts out of the grave

My thoughts, wants, loathes, and fears

I jot them down, they look like hieroglyphic little mirrors

Each character is grimacing with malice through the granite

My dear, you're not the mystery you're holding in this ransom note

I tried to choke it, now I'm swimming in my rightest wrongs

List every word that needs to exit out my lexicon

The tough love's the loudest, but I should've searched for whispers

Can I find the fire that I should burned these pictures with?

I'll just accept that where I'm at is where I'm going to have been

Do the balance act of what to let outside within

You taught me how to catch light through the verses and pain

I want to etch every word that you pray in my veins

Don't you love when it's just you and the void?

When you stand up to speak and recognize your own voice

When fate's in front of face, you recognize it as joy

Because pain's a phase, you're not a victim of choice

This is real life

These are your poems in motion

I know tranquility is gifted once you hone your focus

So keep me humble, keep me strong, keep me safe

With skeletons in open air, and hearts out of the grave

You can see it, I can see it

It's a sunset

It's a painting it's still frame

I can't reset

Can't imagine what it's thinking but I hear it call me"My love, my love, my love, my love, my love"

Buried in the sand and standing on a mountain

It's a silent film, it's pouring out a fountain

Can't imagine how it keeps it up, but it still calls me"My love, my love, my love, my love, my love"

My love, my love, my love, my love, my love

My love, my love, my love, my love, my love

So is it ever really amen?

Unloaded all I had to start all over again

So if my last poem in my hands

I'll sink with dignity, and take it right to the chin

I think I feel a little different

While, eyes closed conversations feel like starry nights

Couldn't find a lie, when all of us were intertwined

Wouldn't mind if this was all it was after I die

Take the beat away and all you got's a poet