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Odyssey

This is my chosen will I'm trapped ,my mind hurls I'm in an intellectual prison My thoughts won't escape My words are fake But my heads real Doesn't make sense Or does it? My thirst is never quenched My movement has a rhythm A rhyming beat to my physique My mind feeds me junk Most of which are blunt It feels like I'm onto something Forget branding To be precise I'm referring to a label Adverse my mind & rebel But influenced by entice Lost in what was And what could be And not what is All this fuss I no longer feel free My emotions has seized My energy seethes Physically weak Mentally swith My heart bleeds & reaks With All my good deeds My aura leaks Whats lacked in skill While my will peaks

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