Lucy

Synchronizing plans with actions, I hope it leads to satisfaction, action don’t CUT, directing my life on the roll like a pair of dice.


If you’ll be nice you may grab a chair, let’s leave the table, I hate how tables turn. Time that I spend, efforts I give, rounds that I hit without a ring, considered sin.


Decisions that I take, hearts I break.
I strive, I choose to rise, lucy far so I reach out for Christ.
Everything turning on me like blinds, twisting, deeming the light, my shine.
Avoiding grudge as it’s a sinking ship, maintaining the peace that’s kept on a leash.
I got a million reasons with only four seasons, I now realize that you make me feel essencial, not only special.
I saw potential, with an ego I’d be out and about showing you off, boosting on how its done, I’m chilled, so the ladies ; say ‘’ he shy, maybe we may, maybe we might’’.
tonight we gon start our own tribe.

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