Restrained

I thought I had made an impression
I believed I had all confession
I was beginning to ride on wings
That only existed when I sing

The path that seems so painful
And the rush that appears so awful
To something that wasn't meant
For me, when it all served and ate

Look, I finally I'm looking for a spot to stand
And after being ignorant of status quo
I can only to the rules lend a hand
And start again where all we here is go

The refiring of a poet
That got into the crowd a little


By Owolabi Philip