Yea, look at me
Call me an outlaw all you want
Because I refuse to stand by your standards and sit by your Citadel
Seeking an approval that disapproves of everything I represent
I won’t be present in your desires and absent where my dreams require
I am the Outlaw
Failure has become excusable and Mediocrity is the medium with which we communicate
Why is impossible the only opinion that matters
We Celebrate boundaries that bound us
Set limits and call them milestones
You say the sky is your limit
What was Armstrong doing on the Moon?
Contrary to popular opinion
It does exist even if you do not see it
I call on outlaws like me
We will travel faster if we together travel follow our dreams
I don’t care if they call you gang star – you are celestial
I’m Sorry making money doesn’t mean you’ve made it
You’re too much in a hurry
You don’t need cyber-crime to climb
Who says it’s illegal to dream in a ghetto
Your habitat doesn’t have to be where your habit’s at
Drop the guns it’s time to shoot for something different
Yes shoot, let’s shoot
Let’s shoot - For the Moon
Not everyone would remember the farmer but they remember the fruit
Not everyone would remember the inventor but they’ll feel the impact of the invention through the eons
I know what part of history I want to be on
So I call on every outlaw
That when our stories are written in history books
The last words wouldn’t be ‘the end’
No, they’ll be
We made it
We made it
We made it
We Made It!
About the Creator
Otor Matthew
.Poet.
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