Confessionary

  We’re confessing, we’re choosing, we’re healing from our pains, make a progressive leap..

Neon in my rearview,

 midnight at my window ,
I’ve been carrying secrets, 

like they don't unfold.
Every “I’m alright ” got-

 an echo in the sound,
And my journey’s tears and influences,  

trying to explore what I found.

I don’t wanna hide behind the light,
as I continue to share fresh insight;

 let’s reimagine the justice,

as the truth is on our side.

Be confessionary of -

what to think and do,
Where they finally say of what they didn’t say.
Write something in cursive honesty,
Watch the ink turn brave,

 when people have the courage to say.
If you listen to my thoughts, 

that’s how I know it’s real—

Hands on the steering wheel, 

Let’s drive through -

the path from the past to the future ultimately.
Like reflection is a highway,

but the shadow is the friction,

 that slows down our speed.,

causing long, long delays....
People all want the second chances from-

 the previous mistakes they make,
But greatness can’t be built with -

a half-truth and a half secret,

So make your words count, 

they’re not a game,
No more hidden rules—

no more running from the blame.

If you only knew one side of the story,

 you’d see the world in silo,
you got unconscious bias, 

you can’t decide wisely

You have to learn the key to justice,
you need collective wisdom to-

 tell the truth out loud enough...

Welcome to the confessionary,
Let the world hear it,

 when the curtain lifts.
No more “maybe,”

 no more “someday,” 

no more fake statement,

no more rush misjudgment —
we’re confessing, 

we’re choosing, 

we’re healing from our pains,

make a progressive leap..
If you hear wise saying, 

that’s the sound of becoming—
Yeah, we’re in our confessionary,
And we’re finally letting wisdom in.

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