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
Copyright © Kyle N. Sampson | Year Posted 2018
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