Sit, stand, kneel, or fly. (PILOT)

Sit, stand, kneel or fly, make your decision, I'm heading to the sky. This world is too small, for minds such as ours. 

To have minds like ours, simply working sleeping and driving these planet killing cars, smoking drinking, and being behind steel bars. Your mind can be your best friend or worst enemy, we can do so much with them, it just takes a little effort and energy.

With a little change, try being kind to your enemies. We could all change the world, this hell hole we live in. These minds we have, they are an unfathomable tool. let's give this a whirl, stop being close minded,

Open it up, let's make this an open-minded world. Don't bite your tongue or hold all in. We are this chosen generation, to not just save this nation, but the generations that follow, I understand that's a lot swallow.

A lot of weight, the world on our shoulders, let's get this ball rolling and catch a tight buzz, couldn't do this sober. The time is here and we're in season, now let me tell you a solid reason.

Make your decision, and choose one you're prepared to live by, you've been given a choice, now make a decision, one that would have you willing to die. Weather it's getting out and changing the world on a small scale or simply helping someone get their mail.

Each of these questions and answers, reveals what kind of person, a human you are, gives a loose set of morals, We're not far. We aren't the things we own, I'll shoot for the stars. Don't be a product of you're environment, it'll leave you riddled with scars.

You have to think bigger, We're better than getting up every day in the same shitty car. To  go to the job you love to hate, depressed, feeling stuck in a rut, just trying to keep yourself with a full plate. I've been through it all I have many scars, and I'll make my environment a product of me. I  will be a star,

Not the hollwood kind, I'll be in puter space, gowing, thriving, expanding my mind, like dough or eggs in a pan. We must find our passion, through all of these choices. You'll find all these answers, and the answers you cannot fake. 

You have a concious decison to make. Communicate with your fellow man, mental, physical, oral. So for this generation, to which we pass this on to, these cities, cities, amazing landscape, and oceans of coral.

This is one of.lifes great question to dwell upon. It can leave you anxiety ridden, exhausted and sick. It's yours only to make. So make a desicion, it better be quick. Do you see yourself somewhere better,

And do you see yourself helping, making this world here, as a person who wipes tears, a joy spreader, one who helps people wake up, see a red cup, finally see that glass as half full. Toying with these key desicions that can choose how you're gonna be livin'.

I'm a good ole boy, from south Texas, but the girls I dated, there's a reason they're exes. We live and we learn, at least this man from Texas. I don't want a me a Lexus, Mercedes or a Beamer, I'd rather buy American, not taken to the cleaner.

The choice you make might have you end up imprisoned, you might get lucky, avoid death for a while. Be careful when you play with fire, for those scars to heal, that'll take awhile. They'll go away eventually, just know where you landed was intentionally. 

If you're a kneeler let's make this clearer. If you're a kneeler that's fine, listen up, now let me give you a line, you're decisions suck. To take that knee, it took some guts, but nothing compares to a man that's really nuts. 

I get it my man, that's you taking a stand, but you're nothing compared to the best, you'll find yourself behind in that race, along with the rest. Instead of complaining, put your mind to the test, be one of the best, and that's how we'll do the changing.

We'll come to realize it soon, long as you people stop being fed with a silver spoon. Don't be afraid to shoot for the moon. mind drives me crazy in the day but worse in the dark,

Like my minds in the ocean, surrounded by bullsharks, so sometimes it's good, to just go sit at a park. The world is your ocean, and there's plenty of fish in it. Virtually never-ending, trying to see where you'll fit.

I'll never fit, that's what of me says, I can't take it sometimes, just wanna quit dealing with all this bullshit. My mind drives me crazy, voices in my head.

They keep on pondering on if I should be dead, as I'm just attempting  to stay asleep, sound in my room I lie and think.  Life is a bitch, what can I say, I think most of us knew that anyway.

I'd like you, to hear it when I say. I won't pray, sometimes I think about religion all day. But then when a church has something to pay, they get it written off tax free, what a great payday.

At the end of the day, time ticks life away, and we all need a purpose. Almost every day, the media tries to make our pwrception sway, and not believe that on this day an average person had enough of the bullshit mental pain changed his life today. He's happy most days but still overzealous,

He tries and tries, but still he's jealous. Mental exhaustion from costumer service, flipping patties, and cooking people's fries. Customer service can be fulfilling, but not your tank is all dry. You've run out of fuel, now your whole demeanor is fake,

I'll  figure this out, even if I have to wait. A voice in my head saying you'll be fine, you just have to wait. But my bottles getting full, and I can't be late. I remember hearing when I was a younger, still thinking I was stuck in this fate, and someone saying if it's important to you, you won't be late.

And these choices you make, if you're still alive or stuck in prison, it ain't to late to change how you're living. Unless you got life, then be careful, and hope you don't catch a knife. Now the next kind I talk about, this kind of life, I'd compare them to lice.

They reproduce with no knowledge of what they're doing. Parasites, just creatures feeding off others. This is going to be the sitter,  who likely lives with his mother, a daughter, sister or brother. These are the weakest,  no drive to discover.

Onto these men who choose to stand, work all day with their bear hands. They're great people and will lend you a hand, but are still close minded as peas in a can.

They have been been fed bad info, and forget where they come from. We're all immigrants here, people have lost almost all morals, or simply not use them.  We live day by day and try not to sin, but this planet is infected,

I'll cure it, we'll get on a path, not use the same map we used when we was young and took baths. Once we find our way and double check the math, we'll start anew, and keep this one clean of trash.

Now the fliers, they are a real special breed, some like me enjoy a few drink and some weed. Not that it makes me better, all it really does is waste my money on things, when. I should be being more productive, working cleaning, stacking my cheddar.

These men are everywhere, at every outing, but they sit in the back, away from the crowd, looking around wondering why, everything has to be so loud. Why everyone always tries to measure their dick, and look like the Billy Badass in town. The real ones dont talk much, hardly say a word. 

Now they'll be cordial with you, shake your hand too, but he'd rather have an intellectual conversation for two. These are getting harder to find, and it's living hell for you, all you want is to talk about is ideas, things that are bigger than material objects, and all they want to talk about, is some damn effect, one for their camera, their face,  and the phone case.

Places like here in Texas, keep me motivated to keep this mind set, if it wasn't for her, I try not to think about that. When we get hit by something we stand right back up, like a ball player, staying motivated, even after he was hit by that ball, all he needs is to walk it off with some water in his cup.

When Harvey hit, I saw the whole city stay lit. And I'm talking about raw energy, not that shit we used to have to pay 20 a g. We handed shit only way we know how, screwed up and slowed down, H-Town held it down,

And even though we had those who braved that storm, just like its a norm, sadly, some drowned, trying to help some move along. We came out strong, ready to tear shit down like bee swarm on some honey, ready to get that money, but we still filling out the fema forms. Through all the storms and not a lot of norms, we stay strong. Putting the bullshit to the side, getting along. That's Houston strong.

We ain't always like this, but when a neighbors in trouble, we'll lend em these fists. Ready to fight, even the devil. Disregarding backgrounds of their life. Truly honored to say, no matter where I go, rain or snow, dark or just a glow, I'm proud to be a Texan,  come on, let's go

We good over here, rain, shine, hail, or snow. H-Town won't ask for help, oh no. And just take it slow, only way we know how to go. And watch us rebuild, prosper, while the rest of the world just stays focused on if the world's getting hotter ,  we gonna keep doin our thang, rollin in dough, puttin on shows and keepin that ac temp as low as it go.

Poetry has done a lot for me, the words are alive and I can hear them breathe. The side effects are hard to see, but when I say, best believe me, it makes everything else seem not so gray.

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People have this need to be accepted and wanted, people like me, the effect is I'm haunted. Both by decisions I made and that want to be wanted, but too much time with people, and it's back, just like that, the feeling I get, I don't want it. Like I've been bit, infected, a little misdirected. I'm  just a bit disconnected. Give my head, the wit it needs to fight this damn infection.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. beauty, love, we read and write poetry because we are members, of this crazily disfuncional thing called the  human race and the human race is filled with passion and sometimes grace, just sitting there, in just the right place. It's always there, maybe sitting on your chair. It could be anywhere. It's knowing how to find this, and not despair.
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, necessary to sustain life, instead cutting it way with a knife.. But poetry, beauty, romance, love. These are what we stay alive for, like seeing a white dove, standing at your back door, looking at the sky above, sometimes I wonder. What is love?
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