By Mac Guerreiro
Today eye let her go,
The girl eye used to know,
The one that got me here,
With her Hollywood dreams and ingenue naïveté,
Funny to think of how eye used to fear this day,
Unable to fathom a new way,
A path different from the one eye was on,
Now the day has come,
And the weight is lifted,
Realizing what is feels like to be gifted,
To honor what eye am,
To forge my own road,
To really see how far eye’ll go.
Mystical Mac 