Rewriting His Own Existence

Boundless on a bench. Backpack, pillow, sky for a

ceiling. Empty pockets, colder nights, stomach loud, mind still dreaming.

No calls on his phone, ain't nobody bother repeating. Walk past the

campus gates, heart set on try while his hands were shaking. Now he's boundless,

past the limits. From the sidewalk to the skyline in his vision, turn those steel

gray days into systems with a mission. He was down bad now,

he's out here, making every little thing think clear. Boundless, boundless,

he rewrote his own existence. He rewrote his own existence.