Some people will recommend where to go in life
Dictate your route
Tell you where to go when you're bleeding out
After life stuck you with a knife
And the shit people say fills the ears
But they don't share your tears or fears
When it comes to advice, understand their words are a slice
Of a million perspectives and electives
In the middle of the night we have only our choices and dreams to hold tight
Maybe a lover if you're lucky
Or in the mood for heartbreak
Inspiration isn't something one can fake
So if you're going to spit dogma
Let it be your own faith
This has been a psa
Ironically asking you to listen to what I have to say
At the end of this poem go back to the start
You'll see what I mean
-D.R
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