A spark that stirs my heart,
A flicker that conjures hope for a better day.
I never stray,
With absolute determination
My inner turmoil is what I slay.

Must produce.
Living a stage life, I face strife, n much abuse,
To compromise I refuse so I deflect the obtuse.

Pierced with anxiety,
Adorned on a crown of thorns,
Impeached by society,
Blossoming towards greatness,
A dream that contrasts with reality.

Will I arrive alive?
Eyes on the prize,
On my destination.
Will I survive n thrive?
When I reach my salvation.
Can I strive to fight the contrived amongst the frustration?

Or will I give up?
Release hope,
N drown in a cup.
Will I stand up?
Or live on my knees?
N stay down when I'm struck.
On the ground when your stuck,

You must look towards the sky.
Even though we're born to die,
There’s always a way to defy

A tense future.
A future tense, I use in my defense,
No pretense.
I use my sixth sense to fence the dense.