Surrender seems a hard fit to grip and grasp as mentor,my ego doesn't like to dip behind n bask in the backseat of my cellular whip when I ask rather take apart the brakes and spark drama with each sip of spirits, like a awful task, a bossful mask, a repeat of past when I'm in the position to present a clear image that everlasts n dash behind the closed curtain where we hid our stash a collection of memories, dreams, n melodies dope to smoke love in notes written by the pen inside alive with thee. Boat rides on dual sides. Ocean tribes unquenched fire in their eyes. A broken tie ripped to shreds n ribbons like heads going back to bed with some addictions lost without cause because we won't forgive them for falling down being soft in a system that's not created to defend them. What more could I send them? What more could they teach me? Beyond the shallow ponds that direct our rights and wrongs are their more conscious connections between what I can and won't perceive? Is it all tied to belief? Is there morals locked within the pain of grief? Does my need for attention make one an energy thief? When the act of some affection points the way to certain directions cracks within perception to provide release n relief? The grit of teeth, anxiety like a beast unease within the crease where there once laid some peace a ever elusive non intrusive fact underneath a mass inclusive song beyond usage forgoe of lack riot act of serenity never an end to see collective possession a weapon of pure calm and ease a gentle breeze warm seas that tease and please. Surrender seems a hard fit to grip and grasp, as mentor, yet I am pleased when tasked with a message to send there, Now in future's past, unwritten contender within the holy space we hold the keys to unlock real fast.