Say the word it’s reality
managing the manifestation
of simple childhood wishes
Managing the manifestation
Of adolescent dreams
Managing the manifestation
Of new entry goals
Managing the manifestation
Of mid life crisis
Managing the manifestation
Of grandchildren licenses
Managing the manifestation
Of being 6 feet under
Speaking powerfully with no control
Couldn’t control the time
Couldn’t control the place
Yet I still spoke with powerful grace
All the things I’ve asked for came to past
At the end still in this wooden box
In a concrete case with 283 cubes of dirt on my head.
Could never just be in the moment, so I lost every moment I lived. Always manifesting toward the future, missing every gift from the present. In the end. It’s just the end. Got everything I wanted and still have nothing.