To many of you it appears that my ego has gone far, or that I’ve lost touch

I assure you, you’d find the same Jaime, and he hasn’t changed much

My talent in writing balances my lack of verbal communication

It’s the only way I’ve ever known to get someone’s attention

I didn’t put pen to pad until I was sixteen

But I definitely had the vision well before pre-teen

‘If they could do it, I could do it’, was all I had internally said

Referring to those same Bible stories that were encouraged to be read

My brains always pondering and considering the existential

There’s only so much mind and paper for my number two pencil

I wondered what it’s like to emulate Tom Macdonald or even Eminem

I could see myself writing Psalms, Proverbs, or rap like one of them

Mind chatters repetitive and surely a gift and curse

Hypochondria’s got me figured I’d be leaving in a hearse

Would I trade it for yours and choose a warm blanket to sleep

You got me wrong bud; I’m not going down like a shepherd’s sheep

I turned off the media years ago for my own mental health

Follow suit, and back up, using 007 like stealth

I had to get treated like a bastard child from various organizations

Many can turn nihilistic is they chose to stay tuned into that same station

There’s a tumble cycle on your washer for just that reason

To rinse the dirt and old personality away; All troughs have a season

For some, a life of crime, drugs, alcohol, or inner/outward revenge is what they seek

Personally, that lifestyle seems quite bleak

Your path to enlightenment is the only viable option to hit minds peak

They’re gonna hear my voice spoken through their personal inner dialog

I won’t stop at any length to reach you, whether post, meme, or corny VLOG

I dig deep for what the world can’t handle

Their time is short to hear the truth to wicks end of this candle

Remember, I am you, just at another moment in time

We complement each other’s attributes; I hope you felt this rhyme