As the year closes I see how I've grown
How maturity is never said yet always shown
How insecurities create false realities
And certain realities are doomed for fatality
I saw a lot but still felt blind
Bought mad shit but couldn't buy more time
Learned the age old lesson regarding things that don't last
**whispers**Should only plant my feet in the birthspace of past
Always look forward to the future but don't rush through the gift
Understand that sometimes travel takes the shape of rifts
Realized that the things I was may have created the thing they see
But the thing they see isn't always a replica of me.....
