Me
Thoughts roll out
like marbles on glass
each one seperate
but distinctly familiar
Emotional tidal waves
swaying, rolling, pervading
but dissappearing through self reflection
growth and maturity presently
taking me to a higher level
like if I were KRS-1
a microphone legend
for I have demons forever teaching lessons
locked in my basement
never to be shown
I wear no emporer's clothes
My attention dissaptes naturally
simultaneously traveling among
various identities
Impulsivity collides with integrity
I recognize my humanity, morality, iniquity
and the limitary of my traveling road show
that ever grows
but does not define me
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