I have no patience for false claims and when change takes no effect.
Now it’s too late and you want me to sit around and wait.
No.
I have no time for “maybes’”
Maybe it could’ve had been more.
Maybe another chance.
Maybe I didn’t give it my all.
Maybe I under reacted.
My time is now.
Stop the excuses.
The complaints, I wish they would fade.
Push through the struggle for a better tomorrow.
Many say I’m blessed.
I believe them, but never at the moment.
On paper everything checks off right.
No pencil needed, a marker leads its way.
Under my fingernails covered in the dark stains.
Remover won’t make it go away.
I paint.
That will always be the same.
