Month: December 2025

So this is it, the full circle moment,

Life’s brutal truth again made apparent,

For so long getting by on my lonesome, learned early on the follies of keeping doors open,

Once was trusting, never wavering, let ‘em in, no discrimination,

Knifed one too many times while the rest laughed and pointed,

Built up walls like Nehemiah, to hell with the population,

Open invitations only bring scorn, betrayal and derision,

Back in the shell, don’t know for how long, to hell with ‘em all, cut ‘em all off,

But over time took some chances, descended from the hill to meet the villagers,

Lived it up, mingled with the masses, this must be what they call ‘acceptance’,

The next phase, perhaps, after a prolonged spell in the wilderness,

Then it was gone, done and dusted, Thanos snapped his fingers,

Right back to where I started like Edward, fuckin’ should have known better,

Should have left the gates closed, maybe, would have avoided this bitter sting, probably,

Everyone goes away, Trent and Johnny knew all about it,

They say ride or die but ain’t no stopping plans from up high,

Maybe this is destiny, scripted as planned,

Fuck it, get on with it, might as well run with it.

Homie I hear you, feel you, don’t feel invalidated,

If that’s your take on it then you are more than entitled to it,

Bear with me, Friend, just a few questions,

Might cut deep but you probably need to hear ‘em,

If you ain’t where you want to be then why not take action?

Real ones fight for it and earn it rather than moping ‘round crying about it,

Why stay running in place when you can step out your zone?

You’d done it before, dust those boots for new adventures, meet you some new folks, why settle for being alone?

Never know who’s right ‘round the corner, what if someone out there’s waiting?

Could make a life with ‘em, live happily and grow old, you just never know,

Gotta take chances and get those feet wet, even risk pain and embarrassment,

That’s a part of living, might hurt plenty but you’ll get more out of it,

It’s your life and you’re free to do what you want with it,

But you only get one shot and that clock is ticking, what you gon’ do about it?

Your rebuttal is as predictable as the proverbial sunrise,

Not dissing, don’t get it twisted, such sage advice can only come from the wise,

Ain’t nothing that I’d been thinking, I remain self-aware,

Repeated false promises are more than I can bear,

Took that shot, time and time again, felt the sweet taste of victory,

Then it’s lost in the haze of bad luck or betrayal, admittedly also from mismanagement,

Back to the start, battered, bruised and further along the road to ruin,

What if sunshine and rainbows were just a taste of the other side before reality came knocking?

That of eternal solitude, just me against the elements,

Cut off from the rest, forever isolated,

Not playing victim here, just thinking out loud,

It is a possibility, that’s what I’m on about.

Problem is, unconsciously, you’re only making it worse,

Making excuses rather than confronting failures,

Reality check, Friend, can’t have sunshine without rain,

Only two constants are suffering and change,

They go hand in hand, but be defiant anyway,

Fuck being compliant, stay hungry and keep hacking away,

Plan didn’t pan? Get back up and try again, take a different route if you’d lost motivation,

They went away for good? Make space for new ones, they’d played their role then moved on, that’s just life, it happens,

They’d done you wrong? Let ‘em go, to hell with ‘em, they never deserved your time and attention, why waste oxygen?

Maybe you’re being prepped for the next step, first gotta clear the deck,

Begin again and make it better, give it a shot or live with regrets,

So look on the bright side, get out into the world outside, the music’s still going, join the dance,

Never know what you might get, where it might take you, here’s your chance.

That IG feed sure is something to behold,

Prized jewel among your socials, vids, pics and reels worth their weight in gold,

Triumphs, trips and milestones captured, neatly packed, highlighted,

Some of ‘em edited, their very presence all the evidence needed for bragging rights, proof of living the life,

A personal gallery for all to see, minus the museum, to awe and inspire, hopefully,

To rub it in their faces, the haters, the ones green with rage and envy.

Grinding hard, daily, to climb that proverbial ladder,

More responsibilities, longer hours, prices to be paid while chasing bigger dollars,

Fruits of your labor, all your gizmos, gadgets and toys,

Big-ass crib, a hot ride or five, every little doo-dad coveted by kids and tech-heads alike, the spoils of that hard grind,

Your name ubiquitous with success, worshipped daily by fans, friends and admirers,

Soak it all up, you’d earned it, but you’d best not get too high off of it.

Because you ain’t taking any of it to the grave, no room for it in the afterlife,

Ain’t nobody talking ‘bout possessions in that eulogy, how you’d spent your time alive, more likely,

You’ll be stripped bare, down to the very basics, hope you’d spread those eggs across different baskets,

You can conquer many worlds but what of your impact on others?

Was your very presence that of a blessing rather than a curse?

Or more the latter than the former? A vile and horrid motherfucker?

All adds to the legacy, Homie, the good, bad and ugly,

Could echo through eternity, best that you don’t take it lightly,

Better ask yourself now, would you have a beer with your present self? Or would you walk the opposite direction? Flip both birds at them in the process?

By all means, live as you please, savour the victories, learn from defeats,

But make room, too, for some truly selfless deeds,

Treat that inner circle kindly, no one likes a toxic friend,

Be a good child, sibling and parent, be good to your significant other, their reviews will be first-hand and unfiltered, no ducking and diving away from them,

World’s full of posers and performers, anyway, and no one likes a scoundrel,

Dare to be great, go get yours, but make time, too, for what’s important,

It ain’t rocket science, anyone can do it,

Be what you want said and written ‘bout you, heed the words of Warren.