Fantail

I don't know what I've been doing in so much as I've been living

I guess things are getting written but that's it as far as spitting

Still holding true to my position but, I'd be lying if I said my grip has ever been as tight, at times I feel it slipping

Can't say I'm l working daily on my mission, but I get a couple visions

Every now and then that sort of feel like premonitions

Then my intuition fires up, again, I rarely ever listen

Tracing back my steps, wonder where the fear came

The catalyst that triggers when the tears rain

Uncovering my story, what a mad tale

Wonder why it matters, eating burrata and salad at the Fantail

Big smiles, thank the waiters for their service