SLOWLY FAST

Tied sails with the wind at my back

Time trails as I start to detach

Me and patience we been making a pact

Practicing perspective that don't focus on lack

I'm in a bind with a mind that's slow to heal

Cooking day and night still I'm missing meals

Tryna raise the price

Tryna build a life

Know its all Gods timing

Sun still shining

And where I go maybe grey skies

Or rainy day skies

Feeling grouchy and gratitude as the paint dries

Stirring rage and the reverie at the same time

Oh my misused the moment

Tell me it'll com back

If it don't I swear I'll sink this boat w just a thumb tack

Ow that shit hurt

I guess it could be worse