The Mission: #ProjectLovebot

"What kind of task is that?" My mother would ask.

"To inspire the world with an artistic mask?"

I could feel the wrath and a near heart attack.

"but that's who I am" I responded back.

And then caught my tone, see I had yelled it back.

And I then got the feeling my whole life, I slacked.

But I won't get time back if I argue and snap,

See I needed that push, I just needed that slap.

But I thank her, and yes, now I'm back in a trap
And after she called it, I followed her tracks.

See success is so simple, its just white and it's black

If you get past that grey and accept the hard facts.

Dear Mother, 

I can explain, though I don't take that back 

When i'm writing so zealously thoughts come in packs

And if they're not released, the consumption is fast 

for these words liberate me of wrongs in my past.

But I DONT own a mask, still silly ol' P.

Im so full of ambition, though it may not seem.

And this life made me wiser, more hungry, more true.

So don't think that I think that I'm better than you.

Cuz they might hit the "like" and so many will hate

They might even degrade or try to replicate.

They might even do both - mom, respect is so rare.

To me fire and ice is the same everywhere.

I will face it and make it, stare fear in the face,

I know failure just comes to those suckers who wait.

So I started an army, went from feeling so blue

To just finally letting our dreams follow through
And we stand at attention, we always stay true

 And take care of this business... to you I SALUTE! 

Love, P.