Somebody close that door I can't afford to let a draft in

I'm running head first in a headwind-and here we go again

Balance, thank God for the challenge

First go, but still far from rehearsal

I've been here before I'm certain, except this time it's in person

Course carved out in cursive

No comp in these verses, my art is immersive

I talk with a purpose, on purpose, and it's all perfect in time

The breeze blew and the wind chimed in

A seed was sown and it proved to be a diamond in the rough

And that's how we rose, cause we were tired of shining-in the cut

And I'm jumping out the dirt in my cleanest shirt

Seen this in reverse, first I feast then I eat dessert

Everything's in order of the most high

I traveled to the coastlines and closed my eyes and still kept an open eye

Focused like the ocean tides, their moving with precision

I'm pacing with a patient stride, I'm posed to go the distance

The soul mission, was passed down and form fitted

I felt at home wearing it cause the cloth was inherited

I'm posted at the pyramids, recording over ley lines

108 mala beads, the pendants made of almandine

Don't write, I just channel mine

The light from the candle shine

It's blowing in the wind singing hymns like Diana died

The flows fully sanitized, It's cleaner than the whistle

That the ref called the travel with for moving with no dribble

I mean, the plane didn't hit the ground, we refueled in mid air

And the trees couldn't make a sound with no witness when they fell

The tipping of the scale was weighted by a strong intention

The words were scribed and verified when tearing across dimensions

Fearful thoughts were senseless, I left them in their trenches

And tonified defenses, all praise to my penmanship

The load was heavy but never labeled it a burden

I just bought a bigger whip and made room for my bigger purposes

Plural, Michelangelo murals

Tatted on my temple architecture wasn't accidental

Drafted with a pencil drawing upgrades to my blueprint

Dancing with potential making synchronistic movements

Just giving you my two cents, my nuance was a nuisance

No prints in the sand I'm with angels flying unison

Can't send that uber in, park it by the gate

I'm mindful of intruders and respectful of my space

Decedent of a sage but today I'm burning palo santo

Trudon candles burn forever over marble mantles

It's hard to handle but the challenge was accepted

Cause the thought of giving up was one I naturally rejected

The master of the present, well gifted, unscripted

You'd think this was perfected but I'm only running scrimmages

Worried about their images too focused on their teams

But I'm used to running isos I'm not looking for a screen

I'm a product of the wind, often heard and rarely seen

Most importantly it's felt - I welcome you to shoot the breeze

It's controlled

I had to take the roof off just to see how the wind blows

No need to wipe the fog from my windows, its clear and crystal-lized

My plans rise like crescendos

And the sound I provides instrumental, no pun intendo

I know the end goal but not thirsty for its completion

Cause my hungers in the journey and that finish lines misleading

With every rhyme there's reason, and lyrics rise in sequence

My bigger eye's all seeing just give it time you'll all see it

Albeit a long road, I'm well prepped for all seasons

And the crops that I sowed stalks rose in agreement

I see roses in the cement, and long expired stars

The gold encrusted thesis put the diamonds in my bars