My mind is playing tricks on me
Running a marathon
Never to complete
‘Cause ya see
My intellect has no boundaries 
Just centuries of stored information
Imprinted never to be forgotten 
And only to be retrieved
Or relived
Whichever comes first
I’m visible to those who don’t know me
And invisible to the life I want to live
Which seems to be unattainable at best
To grasp hold of my destiny
Is to honor what God brought me here to be
Mind games
I think the trick is on me
To finish what has been placed in my womb
When does the race end…………….
Or does it?