AdmitAnCe

to day , when i woke
i spoke
and, swore,
to never again
choke

for, gagging, all i can do is
die
and, i,
refuse
submission

for, in this life, there is only
admission
to live, to experience, to embrace
for, this is a race,
against : my self

and,
she will conquer
thru the dust
despite the rust
that tries to get me

down.

and, i refuse to
frown
even when you're not
a
round

for, we are the circle
the shapes this earth
this, universe
that holds and divides
us

despite,
us
for, we are one
and none
and, all of it's

the same.
so, no one is to : blame
for never is there : shame
in finding
our selves

so, do what you must
to remove that rust
to kick off that dust
and come out shiny
and

[k]new

for, only then can you be
threw
this living
this sheath
that keeps you be neath

your hopes
your dreams
and, truly,
your
destiny

for, only you can actualize your potential
and, without you,
this world would never
be the same
so, change

[k]now