Present yourself

Not everything white can be good. 
Why do you think that we white it out? 
Grew up under my stood
How else am I gonna ride it out?
lead by the waves that are flarin out
Scorchin out shadows without a doubt
Shading my vision till  light breaks out
all of these images carved out by present tense tired of breathing in.
No one is shatter proof nothing but glass with in images mirrored in future tense proving existence 
Is only a  distance away from an instance of proving the past is to tender the future and welcome your Presence.