Life

Life as it is, makes me imagine this, like when Adam grabbed his rib, and had a kid, (creation) I'm passionate with statements, like caption capturing the ancients, You have to attach the strings of patients, to change this, person you are, whose searching through stars, at night, the shards you find, are like scars you hide, to mark the sight, of something new, nothings true, due to perspective's, of separate conceptions, reflective subjective-objective intentions, reject this intensive compressed in obsession, with lessons of life, about a technician's mind, in Egyptian time's, we lived to dies, encrypting rhymes, in codes of philosophy, the omens of prophecy, have broken this poverty, my emotions are property, sold on the market, like coal from a dark pit, my soul is thy carcase, starving alone, bartering hope, along the road we drive, as common folk we die...