The Poet
Is a sensitive soul
Blissfully lost
And deeply fascinated
With its own mind

seeing how self centered i am
means i'm more self centered than I thought
i find myself buying my words
then i give away the words i bought

poking the monster that lives inside
then loving the monster i fought
i find myself catching a beast
then releasing the beast that i caught

i guess that's just the way i am
i try to learn what can't be taught
i just bring my heart and my words
then i give away the words i brought

come alive and decipher the wiser
burn higher, with a fire in every fiber
try to find the mind of a survivor
guide your time like the stride of a tiger
leave behind the life of a fighter
you're defined by the ride and the rider
out of line to slide with the viper
let light shine through eyes of a spider
try to be advised by your desire
take no sides besides the side that is lighter