Sunday

I open my eyes because the sun persuaded me to

noticed the sun was still out, so I smiled at her because she's so cool

I can feel the steady movements of the tree's branches

caressing my skin and releasing all my worries

love waking up early but to get out of my bed right now; I ain't in a hurry

Sunday is the beginning of the week, not the end of the weekend

then again it is your world so it can be what you want,

it is a glorious day for me, not one that haunts

imagine you could just hover over the sea, or peruse the city from a birds eye view,

what if I spent a day as someone else, what if I was you?

I'm sure it might realign our ideas of 'cool'

do you perceive this tone as deep or merely substantial

elements of the Afrocentric and far from egocentric; I'm just trying to get your spirit on some plyometrics

so that your mind can deal with that next shit, when stress attacks and your idle state becomes restless,

can't cash it at Oliver's jewellery so you might not see the light but I assure you it outshines any necklace

Man...... this world can't even hold me because I'm in it not of it, physically, of it I am a product

whats Troy talking about? here comes the gossip, if he not of this world how is he so conscious?

just stay with me, don't get lost, reflect on our friend Tony Danza, ask yourself

Who's the boss?

Don't worry about payday, or your financial delay, any issue can always parlay, make comfort where ever you stay, say all the things you wanted to say, and live it up cuz shooooooooot

it's Sunday