Am I Truly Different

As I awake with light and cries of my own transcendence upon my eyes I transition to transfer transfused dull interactions into something transparent Cause I'm sick of these kids with wit that think they give gifts So I sift into the way I live, and shift my deeper perspective A prospective detective that collected all that he reflected But was he really perceptive? Because at one with his soul he perfected Purposely accepted the connected connection between being exquisitely electric And distinctively impressive, but always neglected because in this world he reflected An imperfect soul infected and injected with respect and hectic, which wasn't authentic So he set off with his heightened soul which wasn't frightened cause he loved lightening But enlightened with the love of a lion, but remained silent, and never followed "Simon" He'd siphon the dying cries of his tyrant, his triumph was of those called a titan A never ending alliance since the time of the mayans, but defying the riots And soulless science, They just can't see why, they're tied down and deranged Because they ranged from enraged, strange insaneness or even being brainless So I'm embracing my own delayed "dangerous changes......"