Saturn’s Return

It’s been 28 years in the making.
From 6/26/1991 to 1/24/2020, that new moon in Capricorn, I’m waiting.
Clinging to the clockwork of it’s creation,
like sticking my hand in the spinning blade.
It hurts, I’m still complaining, I’m healing.
Shaping the man inside me, why it’s all happening.
When the world around me feels like a sun, and the incite that’s born inside me grows.
When it shadow casts me away from the stagnant.
When it’s the only thing receptive to the information, the change necessary, not the complacent.
When you climb the tower alone and you don’t let the small things hold you back.
When you’re the only one who cuts the jive and everyone else’s bet doesn’t match.
When you invest and you can see that everyone else is being cheap.
No progress, and soon your work leaves others behind, the difference in what you have to show for it.
Purifying my circle cause I’m sick of wasting time.
Sitting around killing it, looking back at the intoxication and jive, all that suicide.
I demand results, i have no tolerance.
Saturn, return the order to the crown.
Demand the agenda like the queen bee, make sure it all gets done.
Burn anyone sitting around, fire their ass.
Come full circle without gaps, conclusions by a boss. - AtR