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The aesthetic of the autocratic effigy of directing the positivity of proclivity in the nature,  the stir of it , that grit in your teeth this life gives , that digestive hindsight. Almost lost like the anomaly we all on a paper chase can you relate? Fortnightly never allow anyone to speak without positive scaffolding in thought or contrived direction ..forever surviving the game of life misdirection s and direct epitat of what is deemed lighter. I had to recognize I shine in a lunar canopy of foresight and devotion solidified footsteps for i looked it had to be Jesus cause only he can carry me nobody couldn't believe he found his solidified heaven of my own endeavours my mind is Euripides and I am seated at the bastion helm battered but strategy's of this life s transitions and struggles circumvented angst showed What will never love ask why I became of heart and mind.Simple For that part of me that bore the steez of what i am he aint what i use to be I rehearsed hearts before there were streets corners , blocks, gang banging for fraudulence with a compulsory reflex to protect my existence of enlightenment. In the height of intersections of the mid life crisis decided to fly not swim in the direction in the core complimentary masses where your life s walk determination struggles make you emplore the world if as anything we can touch it, clutch it  , and meditate the motion of sound and space to adhere the dynamics of melodic ovations as the enjoyment of life s fascination for your ever so devotee to living it would be as something of the opulence of mines movement within and outside of mines suppression warring to be that man who did more and give back to my family well in hand of hid future / thriving in every aspect ..so. Much to conceive and dream making sure the faults of my pains cut. Deeper. Always living in positive mindsets construct on designing my further in life, hold but here I am will be fir I am the coolness of jasmine in the evening air , my sway invigorating to unvigilant eyes upon this realm so be it but why be nothing until you reach it even at an early age i was taught and told how to seek and digress that transformed to dancing in between the rain drops that. Elopes a vapid compensatory predication of my station for I live in moments good outweighing all negativity trying to turn my exclusivity to muse my algorithm of a beautifully dreamt life for I almost aborted my own sight. Fell to my own victim my soul in vindication.
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