Keep Making Moves

It was a very cold winter's day in Toronto. Outside It felt as though the mid-January winds were reaching sub-zero temperatures. As the train arrived at union station I couldn't wait to get out of the cold. I sat on the Go train gazing out the window. 10 minutes after leaving the station I can see the grey and white clouds rushing across the skies. As the speeding train passes by the icy lake waters one cannot help but notice the orange glare of the sun reflecting brightly over top, the birds flying freely through the sky as the snow petals fall.

Suddenly Images of my daughter started flashing through my mind. I hoped she was ok and thought to myself if only her mother could understand. She's so close right now but so far at the same time. Her mother Jenny was from Ajax that's where I'm heading. Jenny and I met through a mutual friend. She was a hood chick I was an inspiring rapper and drug dealer. It wasn't love at first sight but we couldn't do without each other. We both were around the same age I was 20 and she was 21. she was a lot more experienced than I. We spent every waking moment together but there was still a lot about her that I didn't know.