A soul that is golden does not always glisten
Sometimes the eyes lies, just to make your heart listen
Sprouting as an individual in essence
And cognizance
Not until I am lost do I begin to comprehend my purpose
Enthusiastically allowing blessings to be rearranged, to live the life that is worth it
The faraway stars seems to always get too incisive and hardly ever get discovered
A lot of countless locks not enough keys outnumbered
During this journey I’ve come to myself, with a fixed diligence
Sometimes, what leads me off course is mystifying, prudence
