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