When I Had

When I had no money
I made sense
When I had no gas
I still had drive

When I had no drugs
I felt the euphoria of life
When I couldn’t sleep
I dreamed with my eyes open

When I head that chivalry was dead
I decided to become a necromancer
When I no pen or paper
I used my voice

When I had no direction
Intuition was my compass
When I lost my freedom
I released my mind

Since I had no leader
The beat of my own drum was followed
When my composition felt like ashes
I became a phoenix.


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