Thoughts Unknown, Proof There of Unknown
Mistaken by the view in front of your eyes
Like poison the itch on your skin to rise
making it hard for you to see
misunderstanding thee percentile rate
undermining your psychotic state
your messages and signals have been foul play
not the same as yesterdays child play
never judging your perspective
of what the truth should be
grasping the fact of what the human mind
expects the lies to be
letting time fly away from thee
Copyright © Kay'sha Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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