Untitled - 11/4/2025

last year i was seoul searching.
this year im soul searching,
figuring out that
the p’s and the g’s

aren’t all that i need.
so I sow the beads
of my soul.
becoming someone more whole.

survived too many storms
to be concerned about raindrops.
with each,
my soul reforms.

mumzy told me,
“son, stop thinking so much.”
“your mind’ll need a crutch.”
but what do i tell my mom

when my mind is a treadmill
life is changing the speed.
life is a painting,
my eyes are the brush.

so I take it slow.
but i’ve got a picture in mind
getting mine by design,
fates intertwine.

looking for love
within myself
and to glove
Yourself.

day by day,
chiseling away,
thoughts begin to weigh
so I start to pray.

lord,
let the temptations of the night
cease to distract me from the light.
let me have no fright,
for what is coming
is a result of who im becoming.
shortcoming, overcoming,
all forthcoming.