False Imprisonment

Lawlessness of being unmotivated
Lawlessness of being uninspired
Lawlessness of never trying
Sometimes I die trying, meaning I’m not trying
Stagnation is my destination, I mean my desire

Passivity creeps among the branches of my creator
From my lack of desire, I feel like I’m retired
Unmotivated babe in faith, deserving to be fired
Lack of fire, negative zero, ignorance is my hero
Incompetent from a pit of inadequate lawlessness
Yet my creator still holds the sign saying now or later
Irrevocable option contract with no consideration

False imprisonment bound by my own limitations
Physically greater than my mental expectations
Recognizing broken doors exist by way of my creator

I rise in the midst of the prison I created
To see him with outstretched arms
With a voice of power

Proclaiming opposition to timidity, iniquities, the inspired roots of stagnation
Commanding now rejecting later inspiring new found motivation
In opposition of trying, duly charged with doing
Budding powerhouse pursing a kingdom movement