Waitin’ (Poetry)

Late winter night,
The moon’s shine is creeping inside my window.
I can see the glow from the side of my eye.
Hypnotic stare into the clock’s neon lights,
As I watch the minutes tick by.
I’m trying to relax my mind,
Music meditation to ease away from reality.
That’s my self-motivation and validation.
I’m on the right track.
Three jobs, school, and building my own business,
I ain’t got no time to lack.
I’m afraid to rest these weathered eyes,
Feeling I need to keep the grind hopping at every second of my life,
The voices from inside tells me,

‘You can sleep when you die. 
Don’t you dare fall behind.
The wicked don’t sleep. 
So just allow your goals remain as a close keep.’
There’s no time to drop back.
Got to keep transforming my dreams into facts.
Is it a sin to grind from my skin to my bones?
Sacrificing the life I hate, I deserve the life I love.
I won’t stop until I’m filled with satisfaction, full throttle motion.
Sometimes I question if I’m in a zombie mode,
Like I’ve given up on my soul,
As I try to connect with the universe through this twilight zone.
Will I get the answers for the questions I dare to spit?
Or will these words remain as unanswered bits,
Of the truth, of my future. I need to stop askin’ and recommit,
To this supposed callin’, the voices remain within’.
Even though I’m still waitin’.
Still payin’ my dues, 
For the sunshine to come through,
Part the clouds and reveal the sky of blue.
Looking for my late wintery muse.
Even though I’m still waitin’.

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