Epiphany

10/8/22 On it, worth the risk to me You must be kidding me Why live to be In nothing but misery? Just like that instantly Another epiphany Seeing it all vividly Never was into me But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary Had no idea about my true versatility The same can be said for what I do skillfully She tried to switch on me Being finicky So I gave her the boot, Italy Now every minute she Texts about missing me Never ended up knicking me These boys think they funny I'mma call em' Timothy No matter all the trickery It's been this way since the dawn of history People fast to reach for artillery A decline or rise in activity Realize nothing is given free If it's meant to it will be Otherwise, it'll occur differently Nearby and across the distant seas Close or way off in the trees Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery Speaking honest or metaphysically This is beyond a soliloquy Too much of it is contradictory I'm keeping my third eye open literally Watching out my periphery In order to maintain victory All these fakes doing it artificially Biting each other what good is the industry A bunch of copycats and mini-me's I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree Sometimes it's citrusy Occasionally I partake in wizardry But never do I associate with any ministry In the air the scent of hickory Often it involved electricity Then turned into a trilogy There was no need for back-up or an infantry In order for there to be symmetry It required consistency As well as resiliency In any vicinity By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me? Believe it or not, like Ripleys The slope always slippery Can't let it go in the breeze Or worry about chickadees Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me Truth be told it's slowly killing me