I’m in my feelings,
So I’m back.
Physically drained guess I was feeling off track,
Inconsistencies are starting to stack,
But I need to finally get back on track.
Mind conflicted just as a Woman,
Thought it was down but more is coming.
It’s like the Universe is up to something.
Maybe I’m the one that keeps on running.
I cannot let go.
Restricting my time, resisting the flow.
Beloved I feel like this is dimming my glow.
I just wanna remain on the track for my independent show.
I think there’s so much derived in time and effort.
I am a Queen but for time I feel like a Peasant.
No more crossing the line,
Deceived into second guessing,
I guess I’m the only one who values my time,
I’ve learned the lesson.
This cycle seems to have no end,
Remaining solid in my faith,
No longer extending a hand.
The value of time is for the mature,
Constantly running into this conversation makes me feel immature.
Beloved, if you asked me at the moment,
I can say, I’m absolutely sure,
That he doesn’t seem to understand what I value,
If this is his sickness, can I ever be his cure?