i'm a miner, in search of my golden ticket, can you dig it? i'm the real deal holyfield, seeking to yield all the benefits my life has to offer therein. flash, me a grin, and that my friend, will win you a high five. cuz, hey, i'm glad you're alive. we're all part of the same quilt; you add a hue, and i, add one, too. the color blends, and before you know it, we're friends. it's the bends, not the brakes. people of substance, not sugar coated flakes. i want the branches of my tree, to reveal a kaleidoscope of the different shades of me. take a limb, my friend, i've got more, for, there is but one pre-requisite: be genuine, for it leads to character, and from there stems integrity, the pinnacle of sincerity, but often clouded by plasticity. sad, but true, the two faced people will be mocking you. pay them no attention, for they're fake, unable to grow, and show their true colors. victims of vanity, soldiers, fighting for their sanity. forever at a standstill, like the hampster frantically pacing around in his wheel. BE REAL!!!!>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>my physical composition: my music is my heart; it's what keeps me going, it's my incubator. my writings are my veins; it carries my creative imagination throughout my body. volunteering is my soul; for it helps me channel my positive outlook on life. i live for the moment, for time is but a mere reminder of how little we actually have.
