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Pictures in my mind's eye are of what I yearn to be,
just you and I together running through eternity,
I'm up in years so there's a chance I'll fall a tad behind,
but call me Heinz 'cause I'll catch up; my dear you're that sublime.
I've been through things in life that other people couldn't steer,
and listened to all kinds of wisdom; I just wouldn't hear,
the women were like Lay's because I couldn't eat just one,
then find that I would have to race the moon to beat the sun.
It's not the way you start out but the way you finish up,
along that grueling journey best believe I did enough,
to test the bounds of karma; it's forever in the past,
but there were times I found out that forever didn't last.
You serve your heart up silver platter style but what comes back?
The kinds of things that drive a man to wanna bust guns at,
the woman that he loves but oh the line is shady slim,
it makes that same man ponder if the fault is maybe him.
A person can't progress if they are always facing back,
the same good things you're given can always be taken back,
I've learned through trial and error; that's the measure of a man,
my greatest lesson? Don't succumb to pleasures of the land.
I've made my bed and slept in it but now I'm all woke up,
a woman fine as you can get a brotha all choked up,
by making sure that we don't end in insincerity,
another lost forever that was temporarily.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
