{Original Poetry} If I was measured in passion, I would stretch everlasting

You only live once
yet can be born again
when you get to a boiling point
where your swarming in sin
Conforming to swim
in waves only in orbit with them
I'm playing to win
they sway with the wind
I could've stayed stiff
not attained any sense/cents
This very moment solidifies
generational kin
My millions have generated
laying paper to pen
Identifying with pain unaware I was in
Thankfully I'm an artist
Who harvest honest intentions
I saw the eyes of a henchmen
and fought in dire conditions
I should mention
Ascension to the top is intensive
You'll never know if you'll hit
Unless the shot is attempted
A living walking God in this image
Every prodigal sentence I scribe
Rises the possible limit
Obstacles give way
When aligned with a vision
doubt will diminish
Assembling your conscious attention
For everyone of my ancestors
who died in a lynching.............................