Have you ever, never really cared about fame?
Ever had a life,
That seems to crazy to claim...
Tossed through realities,
Bent through dimensions
Guided by intentions
Always the last to mention....
Finishing last,
It isn't always a bad thing
Last in the arena,
Kill or be killed kinda thing...
Sometimes how you finish,
It's just a game of perception
Depending on who you ask
Could be,
The wrong or right, direction....
Things will get hard,
You may never feel you're doing enough
But if you're constantly under pressure,
Its with you the universe is at work,
Never calling no bluff...
Life will soon be different,
For you and the ones you love
No matter how kismet or algorithmic,
There is distance within the instance
Long awaited call,
Igniting embers, in the rough....