Chai!! It’s been a while, 
Words I used to file in a pile
Have deserted me like traitors in exile..
My style was rhyme,but with time and how it flies
I lost my groove, my stealth,my guile..
Talents like engines need to be oiled,
Like fresh corn, it needs to be boiled
nothing good comes easy,hands must toil and be soiled..
No fear though,its never too late,
As long as there’s life,we can turn fate..
Nothing holds us asides unbelief and hate..
So push on fellas,till we burst through those gates..
Gates of fear,mediocrity and doubt, till those breasts of creativity lactate


About slickjay

a writer of sorts, a poet and some...
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