show of hands

who wants to be successful

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i’m T-Short not T-Pain

but i’m sure everybody hands go up

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now keep your hands up

if you have taken the time to define success

wait where did all the hands go

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i don’t see mine either

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so the one thing I was chasing

with all my time energy effort

was defined by family society culture

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flying around chasing the wind

at the expense of my kids family friends

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show up

get in line

do as I’m told

real life TSA

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operating on a new standard

do boring better

etch it in your memory

that’s my PSA

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life is short

make as much money as possible

that’s a misplaced boarding pass

i can’t get on board with that

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mile high expectations handed out by others

control tower unoccupied

auto-pilot disengaged

hands on approach moving forward to dictate my movement

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distractions disguised as in-flight entertainment

don’t get caught up in others’ compliments

no cell phone for 365, stealth mode engaged

flying under the radar to discover new heights

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engines always running

anxiety and worry used to be nonstop

even the biggest and fastest planes

need a layover to refuel

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back up plans disguised as life jackets

designed to keep us afloat

life can feel like a free fall

inflate the safety device

bobbing in the water

helplessly waiting to be rescued

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muse is calling

grab my pen

poke a hole

to get below

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this journey is turbulent

no seat belt sign coming on

to keep me tied down

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my future in a holding pattern

circling above

unsure when or where I’m going to land

destination unknown

more like touch-and-go

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my baggage too heavy

there’s so much to unpack

no use in trying to carry it on

it’s time to check it

so I can takeoff in a timely manner