Sentimental ****** Academically flunking Connecting dots and debunking Seeing past what you see luck in Black hole my foot's sole is stuck in Seemingly strategically ducking Prodding problems and plucking moments, But losing grip on how to hold it
Encouraging misfit Brainstorming ****** Monotonous yet intricate Everyone's just so full of it Love, Give it and soak in the showers of despair The equilibrium storms a new batch of flowers through prayer The one you always wanted wasn't there Yet there's always someone with a moment of care to spare
Petty instance through another's glasses could be colossal A piece of scratch paper to one could be a fossil. Dare to go against what some deem as impossible Every individual is a fractal within the kaleidoscope But even fragments can learn to see the beauty of the whole.
When the music stops sometimes it hurts even more Melancholy water tides rise and begin to roar Mental dialogue so active it should be a sport Fill the report, try not to contort Sometimes the finish line is reached faster with cohorts It helps to know when you've gone too far, abort.
A soul alone in a sea full of black Hard to see past what I lack with this past, there's no going back Blind to the track, so where am I going? Hard to invest trust when there's so much not knowing. Still rowing, but there's a hole in my boat I question the universe as to why I still stay afloat.
A world of perfection that's full of skewed mirrors Objects in mind may seem more deviating than they appear Risks risk regret when not taken due to fear Let go of misconceptions and substitute a perception that we're meant to be here.
It's nice to believe in something Whether Allah or the theory of string Yet holding on too tight can eventually sting I've been open to the infinite, but what will it bring?
As a patient, if the medicine was patience I may've died already. The ride's going at lightspeed and is anything but steady.* But now I'm unbuckling the seatbelt, to feel every planetary pothole I will succeed only when I realize my place in the ship, I am in control.
Parting the waves See past the grave There's still love for the depraved Hell is within us all, And we all can be saved.
The way will be shown Remember, There once was a time that you didn't know. Semi-controversial with the introspective flow, But this is the method I choose to potentially map out my growth.