By Mac Guerreiro
As low as you can,
Eye’ll remain where eye am,
And the effort it takes is no joke,
But what good would it do if eye spoke?
The courage is lacking,
The honesty even more so,
Missing both is a recipe for stunting growth,
When growth is the name of my game,
That kind of energy can drive me insane,
And it has,
But now we’re done with that,
Time to let go of the past.