Free-Styled Mind
“Free-styled Mind"
The mind is an odyssey not well explained in humanology
But yet a toy at will to fulfill all of life’s prodigies.
Damn how so modest of me, to speak such terminology
To hear prospective thoughts that would leave adherence to all of mankind prophecies.
I know this cannot be me; I copy thee... all the above mention is not me phenomenally.
But from life’s choices; I tried to avoid them, still I’m left in all its monopoly.
Last few years; man I swear, was nothing more than little worth to me
So much strain to reach a little gain with nothing more then adversities.
That’s why I purposely hold glory and sole to keep, all life’s treasures (existence) to be held high like a third degree.
I’m focally schooled to use them tools that bring a better approach of me.
Withered away from decay the last decade of what suppose to be.
An existence made from time until its prime full of poetry
A root beyond its grave that has saved us all culturally
I’m quite afraid ‘til today, of what is next and that dispose of me
And re-create a triumph made and paved the way to one that speaks HOPELESSLY.
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