Draft Day Failure

I was to finish first but I ended last.
The best of the best with no broadcast.
All my Life was built toward this.
Now I just see whirlwinds and twist.
Betrayed by passion which killed desire, it wasn't for fashion because I wanted to do more than what the average person would aspire to do.

My dreams are fading, my vision is no longer what I created.
I worked soo hard for this just to throw away all of my other accomplishments.
I dedicated each day so I can move far from this.
I saw bright lights and smiling pictures.
A celebration that wouldn't end but in the end, I have to find another way to make a means to this end.

Eventually, I felt the cold wind blowing against me.
I thought I had the top spot, I didn't even have the bottom.
I didn't even count.
I did not even amount to a mere mention.
Did I come all this way for nothing?

They're might be other routes but this is what all that hard work was all about.
I'm truly in doubt.
I clearly see people watching a grown man pout and tear.

The table I sit at feels soo empty.
Yes, there are others but this was not my destiny.
I was promised the world at my fingertips. I would have all the jewels and unlimited money clips.
Houses, galore.
Yacts and battleships.
A castle that could house my entire kinship.
Friends and family would've been soo awake.  A prophecy fulfilled, now we can all just chill.

The fact of the matter is I must accept this ball and chain and find the key so I can truly be free.

But there is an advantage to this.

Suddenly, my lack of success brought home the most Love I could ever get.  The people that cared for me saw how hard this hit to the point where they felt it along with me.
Nobody else had to cry but I saw in their eyes how much they sympathized.
The ultimate dream:  shattered
My entire Life belief:  crumbled
The makings of me is just another mark on the green.

I had to find some confidence, so I seeked out a confidant.
My venting building towards a brand new me.  This path I couldn't see because I didn't believe this is how my Life could be.

A defiant walk towards the sea.
I couldn't walk on water but I had to believe.
My goal is still the same but in a different lane.
Not as loud as it use to be and not as fast as it could have been.

Life passes me by.
I watch others with the same fate fall into the deepest slumber.
I couldn't be that because I had a burning desire to feed my hunger.
There was more to it.
This new language, I HAVE TO be fluent.
Show me the hot coal path and you'll see my warpath.
The Rey Lewis ice cold bath is where you'll see me meditate at.
I have a burning desire to not make my dreams fade to black.
At this point, I can't fall back.

The Love in my heart sees only the fury.
The defiance in my head does not even care about the cash and jewlery.
The failure now fuels me.
A anger channeled towards succession.
A sight that's once again in one direction except...

I found if I look at the ground while walking, I will only see a point that's below me but if I look straight forward into the eyes of a man I will see the whole story.

I no longer let the fates control me.
I don't control the future but I am the writer of my story.
My emotions control my feet, my thoughts are where I speak, my Love drives my hands and my spirit defines me as a man.  On my own I can stand.
I am the story of one man but my story is all that I have in my hands.