Welp, We Did It!

Pa sometimes thought

He’s a fuckup.

Pa was talking bout me

But pops didn’t see

That me set free

Can do some shit.

I can win a bit.

When luck sees fit.

A prepared man

Who knows he can

Read reality

Knows for sure that he

Creates with his mind.

God’s hands shaping time.

Then purpose unwinds.

Dissolving the binds

That often inclines

Do gooders by whines

To toss in the towel

While they holler foul

Like reality harbors intention.