Turning Tables

Tables get turned, its my turn.
I'm in the spur of the moment.
Dig deep into the mind the defines you.
Take that thought and make it potent.
Greatness is only achieved when you want to be successful as bad as you want to breathe.
And all this oxygen I'm enhaling is pollutant.
Mother always told me to neglect the negative
or subdue to it and turn it into a lesson.
My mother was a teacher,
and ironically she taught me to be a man.
"Never be less than what your mind allows.
Nevermind the spectators.
Nevermind the the ones who talk down.
They lack substance and character,
and character shows demeanor and style."
All a while my character, animated me to dream wild.
The cerebellum is a power.
You choose to use it or abuse it.
Think big and a hear little. Little the belittle.
Turn thoughts to actions. Turn mind to mine.
Turn air to success. Turn power to a shine.

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