The Jounery An Arcade
plain and simple character reflected by scientific effects
fails to pick up from others perspective
on the track of cliché patterns
thoughts of negative formation cease the mind
the ease the mind
love to and fro a piece of wood is a path narrow to pioneers
groups, of imagination drained brains enclosed within 4 walls
the need to escape is greater
sooner of later the work of art will receive its last stroke
whether sapiens joke or not, the plot will succeed
indeed clouds of doubt occasionally corrupt the mind
worried?
not for faith is at aid
the journey an arcade
talent is nothing but a token
for the one who is chosen
dealing with those who's hearts are frozen
a spark in reality will surely get e'm broken
Copyright © Casey Ramoshaba | Year Posted 2016
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