Lyrical Spiritual 54.

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A recollection of thoughts. Otherwise known as a memory.

With your brain waves igniting along the local sensory.

There's a popular musical lyric: "Remember me for Centuries"

Yet when those travel back in time, what type of memory will they see?

Will that leap back over yonder to the days bring a smile or a long sigh?

Remembering your sad figure and that slouch who never tried.

Someone that could have made something. Instead they let society win by unanimous decision.

Belief in oneself thrown through broken glass as life repeatedly kicked their ass.

I can't take it anymore! Oh the boy has become a man?

Nah. Just raising the bass in hopes to stage fright the bullies.

Is anybody out there? Just another life story unopened on the bookshelf.

I controlled my own life. Stop lying to yourself.

Fearful to step outside the box. Clawing your hair about to level up in crazy.

Screaming YOLO! everyday yet You're Only Lazy.

So deleting the O and the exclamation point...oh hey! That's YOL is you!

A sorrow realization? Well what are you going to do?

Transforming to a Decepticon yet you have the heart of Autobot.

Desperately searching a Gameshark to access the unlock.

I'm afraid I got some bad news...there is no key.

In order to be remembered for centuries, you need to be a better version of "me".

Not me as in the one writing this up. The one as in you in first person looking this up.

You want to be remembered huh? Well get out there and make a story worth the memory space.

No need to be famous or rich. The only requirement is making your own place.

Cause who's gonna remember all these future achievements without your face?

Step out your box and clean off them tears and patch up those scars.

Then demolish that box cause there is a new one afar.

Life can be beautiful and then it can suck.

Unless you're gonna be on your knees all your life...go out there and press your luck.

Some rolls you might get 7's on the come out or throw a pair of Snake Eyes.

Instances where you hit the Jackpot, savor those moments and own them.

When the money is down and the love looks to be lost, just remember from within that you're capable to grab the win.

You may not seem dangerous but when unchained you can become a threat.

Surpass the hype and give it your all or the janitor cleans up your sloppy unexecuted mess.

As the ending to this weekly poetic relief comes to the last few stanzas,

I'm gonna wrap this whole thing up from where I stand:

This thing called Life: It's awesome yet unfair.

One moment you think you figured it out. The next you're glazed upon the ceiling with a confused stare.

I've seen people claiming they're alive in incognito states.

Breathing and moving yet never truly awake.

Wishing they didn't feel like a 0 and upgraded to a 100.

And as life continues to age, they feel regret because they stayed the same.

"But I'm Happy Where I Am." Then congrats. Don't go downstairs and check out.

Yet if you're at the Motel 6 scrolling for that upgrade to the Embassy Suites.

Pack your bags. Grab some breakfast with the treat. Leave a tip on the pillow.

Check out time is here. Time for you to go.

Where is the next destination we end up at? Only Lord Knows.

You're behind the wheel and have control over where you want to go.

Just remember that you need to be out of Park in order for you to drive.

Live with no regrets. It's time for you to ride.

Cheers!