A.W.O.L Immaculate

Inspired by Earthgang’s A.W.O.L (ie Strays with Rabies Album). Didn’t intend to make this a poem, as it’s really just a collection of thoughts

And “When they ask me when I been at”?
I be like freeing my mind.
Trying to make up lost time.
You have to sacrifice to find happiness
What’s losing a couple pawns
When you attain your dreams?
Too many times during my adolescence,
I was worried about fitting in.
My demons propagated self consciousness,
I wasn’t even aware.
Now I be A.W.OL, shaping my radical worldview.
Hour glass half full,
no longer concerned about anybody’s opinion or perception,
something typified by my hair.
That includes the Bros,
through my darkest times
I suffered through a solemn uncertainty
Too much pride,
A fate Intertwined with silent sufferings
My losses, you aren’t even aware.
Had to pick myself up from zero.
Temp Agency work ain’t really fair.
My focus is my princess,
Not a day goes by,
when I don’t think how would she fare
if I wasn’t here