The Journey Begins

Thinking how life would be different if I had someone's help
Who ignored they own agendas, helped me think for myself
Instead of placing me in paintings they envisioned for me
Allowed me to be Van Gogh on this canvas of dreams
Instead they stenciled it all out, made the setting and theme
And all I had to do was fill but that wasn't for me.
I was never the type to shade, never the type to bathe
In the smiles of the master, due to how I behaved
Well I did but not again
Never will I begin
To fit the mold, lose control, Confiding here through this pen
Is my only way out.
Out of this sea of doubt in which I'm currently swimming
Skinning dipping
Its filling my mouth
So as I begin to drink, its power changes how I think
Instead of wanting to stay afloat, I urge to sink
Just the freedom of letting go, conceding to the weights
Tired from life's slows, the hold-ups and the waits
The never gonna happens, the stops and negates
What-ifs from the past, contemplating them today
All are let go as the last air escapes
Out my lungs, life is done, at the end is my fate
On the way up the ground seems so far away
Until you hit it, with a force that leaves your body displaced
Surrounded now by pressure,which leaves my body encased
With nothing there, all is bare, my past life has erased
And when everything has left and all I have is my passion
I opened up my eyes and saw the gates of Atlantis.