The Writer's Pledge

life is never easy when it comes to finding a balance in this present century but very funny and quick to displace the clueless of it inherited talent. i could vividly recall back then when i picked a pen to write a rhyme out of my trash box ,my thinking suddenly became a blackout in white house as depression turned to sweat in the eyelid and finally fell for incompetency but drive as a kid rhymer only drove me to read more tales as i got my hand on aunty Tira's magazine and smile all day staring at the comics page written by one of my mentor and drizzle round the puzzle but drive became a thorn in my flesh suddenly i found myself on a rhymers book as i wrote my first rhyme. The journey as just a dawn from the dusk i suddenly grew as i turned my rhymes to rap lyrics but the production of a sonorous sound became a slave trade, plied my trade on the street as i took my rhymes to street competing in rap battles but falling short of bars as i was termed a one minute rhymer then it suddenly dawned to me your tomorrow lies on a paper,drop the mic for the mic lord and turn to the paper lord and make atonement for the last scene. Months passed,in wisdom i grew as i make a pledge to the paper king and words became a microbes in the soul. the road they never say was going to be easy and consistency became a worry as it seems the once notable rhymer is loosing his touch but he who is determine to succeed will strive in any condition. the pledge became a signed truce while i found the truth of consistency in failure and ability to think out off the trash box.