I flip words like pancakes
The residue left on that plate
Is gold to an orphan in that state.

Paranoid none the less I express my deepest regrets, 24 and still in school why hasn't the fool finished yet?

let the negative wave it's sword with a threat, taunting and poking at me, threatening to take it from me. These words are what I have left, now I'm left in this state of worry...did I leave patience in a hurry?

Is my purpose to fear the future & forget what is truly worthy?

Step in my mind and you'll find that my demons flurry
for this friction is not fictitious, but a depiction fury

pummeling perseverance...just pass no interference,
because those who try to catch look devilish in appearance.

I'm a rebel with a spirit of a tiger running free, from a jungle that is
Huddled by gravel and it's street. Now can't you see that we all live inside of Places that are neat? Organized by a function that's constructed yet Unique

let these rooted words form like branches on a tree, then be seen in deep vistas Equally open seas.