Where did it come from, and where will it go

My obsession with rhymes, and making them flow

So hard to keep, and harder to throw

Cause I can't help but hope that it takes me somewhere worthwhile to go

And I can't abandon it (nah)

Cause its one of the few things that makes me smile and glow

It makes me feel like a child with a new toy

Oh, why is the world so high on ecstasy, and so short on pure joy

Forget about the yesterday, don't get spooked by the future

Instead, live in the today, the now, the hour, the 'hoy'

Its would be a lie to say that I had this affliction since I was a boy

I watched some crazy rap movie, and then my ship sailed ahoy

Sometimes I wished I didn't had this gift or curse

But now I'mma carry it with me till the hearse

Starry-eyed dreams but couldn't keep it up

Even when I went in all rehearsed

Guess I finally became a poet, but it still hurts

To know that my work is never gonna reach the place it deserves

Is it naive to think that talent serves as a pass to straighten life's curves?

Its true, life only rewards the one who perseveres

And sometimes not even them, only those with monetary reserves

Its correct to add 'unrewarded genius' to the modern proverbs

I haven't really struggled, but already feel like I'm out of action and verbs

Will I regret whichever path I'll decide to take, the thought really disturbs