The figments
Of my imagination
Form
Characters
Caricaturized
By their character
They exaggerate
My failures
Voicing opinions
I swear
Aren’t my own
But somehow
They’ve grown
With each fall
They rise higher
In cognition

An incognito option
Was proposed
In my sub conscientious
By an unknown
Object
I objected
Obviously
But the
Con artistry
Was shown beautifully
The calligraphy
Was written perfectly
And preferred to be
Read
By the misled….


Pride said,
“You’re lows
Can disappoint highly
Just a point
Made
To marinate
In the milieu
Of thoughts
That spill through

Once
Your highs
Reach its peak
You’ll peek
Into the heavens

Every minute
At this distance
From Earth
Will revolve
Around you
Evolve
And defy the laws
That helped
You grow
Denounce every ounce
Of doubt
And pounce
On greatness
Break the rules
And create the new
Standard
Behold yourself
And be envied
By the eyes of beauty”

...To be continued