underground madness

Written by: oscar bondai

this is 
the 
redefition 
of ones 
definition
an 
undastandin 
of 
self,fueled 
NOT by 
raw
uncontrolable 
emotion
but by 
pure 
intuition
a mans' 
worth is 
weighed 
by his 
decisions
wat of 
those i 
make 
not for 
ma 
own? 
Intuition 
is 
thought 
without 
origin
we 
follow 
but do 
not 
question
yet we 
do not 
face the 
truth
a truth 
we do 
not 
know 
that we 
know
like how 
our 
hopes 
are 
dreams 
we never
dreamt r 
the 
choices 
we've 
made 
truely 
our own?
Or our 
thoughts 
just 
words 
on a 
script,
and life 
is the 
stage 
we're on
i dnt 
knw 
which 
page im 
on
and the 
page 
that 
follows 
seemingly
"unwritten" 
bares 
faint 
imprints 
of our 
story, ITS
ALREADY 
WRITTEN
we're 
just doin 
the 
tracing
so arises 
the 
question:
if u 
didnt 
decide 
to read 
this
and 
these 
words 
were 
never 
mine to 
write
who am 
i?
And 
even 
more 
importantly, 
who r u?