A poem describing the horrors of being broken emotionally, the feeling of aloneness, the anxiety and the feeling of sinking deep into ditch of sadness.
The greatest black nation on the planet is failing to reach its potential and it's dragging black people behind with itself. But who's to blame for the death of the dreams, hopes and aspirations of us?
We used to be in love, then we lost it We don't regret it tho We left ourselves with pleasant memories
The mind is a funny thing. It's our greatest gift but sometimes, it's a curse. We spend too much time in it and it becomes a burden. Then we crave an escape I find mine "Under the moonlight, By the sea"
The poem is basically saying "I am nothing because I'm not the source of inspiration but I am everything because I'm the vessel of providence's great gift."