📖BEFORE YOU READ📖 This is a true story that I had to come to grips with myself: I'm no longer the same person I used to be; I've tried to make things work with others and situations in life, but when you're building and they haven't bothered to show up to the work site, the results are obvious. I couldn't let anyone stop me, and you better not either.

Incompatible —

I have ascended the plane of man's consciousness  How did I get here, hidden truth Is there anyone else here I didn't want this, but it chose me A family should've been the priority now, now it's a passing thought  I saw jeans and polyester seduction be the introduction to family ties Love that was built on emotion, can it handle the rocky waves No vowels to exchange, no engravings on rings Why did relationships never set sail Why did some family branches break off I'm going to higher places We celebrate walking across stages, higher wages But when it comes to leaving cycles, it's... nothing  Just this quiet place, waiting for it to be filled Man, it has been a path that I didn't carve out myself; it was given to me Separated from everyone, the only soul(soles) that's left is on my feet  Where is this new plane leading me? Uncertainty is the only answer, for now There has to be a better plan that I'm not aware of  It can't end like this, or is the end what I'm really looking for  I've complained, and sat in non-worthy spaces This is supposed to be a celebration; I made it to a point where basically no one even desired Seating in business class  My luggage was lost in transition; it was no carry-on, especially the past And failure couldn't make it because it didn't exist Only for those who stayed behind  I really wanted to pop bottles with you But Ascension is unforgiven  You can blame me, permission granted  I know what this came with, and what I was going to leave with It would've been too many shaking hands, hugs that realign backbones This shouldn't be the case; we should all be going together  But you and I knew there wasn't enough room But it was, it really was, so who was being unreal with who Why me, I ask myself this question all the time Over breakfast, it's even in my thoughts, subconscious  Aren't you all happy for me? Where did this all change, when I was told to "don't doubt" I saw changes faster in two years than the last thirty The truth is ugly; that's what made it take so long to get here I was attracted to the lie, man's lies, lies I told myself based off thoughts that were made for me I clip my own wings; I guess birds really do flock together  The bird nest was built on busy roads One day it all changed when the wind blew  From unknown directions  A voice stirred me into an exit, but what about the others? "They made their decision," but I didn't make a decision either; why me? Is it something you read on the scroll of my heart If this is the way, I hope it leads to more endings that start new beginnings  Polish my mind with books, buried opinions with many shovels  Let go of hands that made only crafted laziness  I learn love can't be built on feelings, or at first sight Just because you see smiles and what-ifs doesn't make one fit for ascension  No religion can prophesy this; I left many identities  I forge this out of the mud, where most didn't want to dig, within themselves  I found myself, within myself  It's something we spend many lifetimes searching for something That has never been lost. We were just told it was to make a profit As said before, I'm no longer being pimped out of my position  No longer tied to anything, those knots are loosened A Death took place, while the sun hung over blue skies Nobody showed; only after my presence was no longer a gift Would I rather be ignorant or ascend This shows after all the relationships I was in, I was the "floater friend", a temporary guest, why? When you're no longer seen as valuable You have to stop trying to fit squares into circles  We learn this in pre-K And in the end it was me that had to let go Make sure I didn't reach back to hands that withdrew from me There is no blame to point to  It's a feeling that takes some getting used to Even mountains sit alone at night I wouldn't trade this arrival on the stock market,  Time was wasted on people, religion, emotions  I figured this out by being rejected, being told to "never doubt," and that's what got me here.  We can't be in the space; I wanted newer heights I wanted my questions to be answered that most don't want to know I was told by the one who saw the changes in me the most "You are not the same anymore; that person no longer exists Make room for what's here now The woman you wanted, the friends you tried to maintain, that old life is only flowers in its season, and then it's gone forever; those pedals no longer float on ponds; sometimes burning bridges is needed" And that's when it hit me the most I'm just incompatible

By: Bearoshi