Growning Up

Let’s boogie! My music in tuning with earths vibrations, Hymns: sound booming; to the core, Bass drum to brass chains- Matching with my skin tone, The great song of my life. So I design myself... A blue print: I’m laying down bricks; The cornerstone of the foundation- To constructing the pyramid; Of my psyche... A young pharaoh: Tutankhamen Raised by the sun, my father Amen Ra! Now I'm a man and "more"... An illuminated being, crowned: A "pharaoh"... As I follow these lines, Right angles pointing east, "Why-is" it so difficult being right?