rhymes have a way of talking to you,
changing our point of view at any time
you ever had *** with the mind?
as you both play your instruments
conducting your own mixes
wrestling your hemispheres
in fear of missing the note
sharing an expression of your own
dissipating the old into the new
as what you've once believed in,
gets superseded,
by your next and current greatest achievements
stop being so ******* yourself.
Count the quality and quantity of your blessings
and how overlooked they get
remember read this again if you're feeling depressed