Does death permit an individual to pass
on being apart of this world, while alive?
I’m I an eternal lost or avoiding a predestined life?
For I know who to create from nothing, flame life,
while provide reasons not to smile. Marking marks
and jacking hearts. Is my mood based of having
one foot in this world, while the other is in mine?
Many of us pursue impluse solutions, while in a
breathless fashion, pass what is made for us.
No one can ever find true beauty in poetry or art,
it’s not seen in everyday life. To what is made for
us, can only be lived. For why I’ve I lived in passion
and to have no pairs of eyes noticed? Or is it the
burdens of being an introvert? I have kept a front
for this world as I cry in the metaphysical world.
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